At Comic Con
I am browsing a booth when I look up and notice Jon Arbuckle signing comics at a table. I cannot take my eyes off of him and decide to stand in line. He glances up from his work and our eyes meet briefly before he quickly looks away. When I finally stand at the front of the line, I can see that he is not wearing an undershirt and his nipples are erect. My heart flutters as I imagine ripping open his buttoned shirt right there. Our eyes lock. “Um… “ he says absently, “who should I make out with?… I mean make this out to?” I lean in close to whisper in his ear “Your new lover.”
Shopping
I am working at a little department store at the mall when I notice Jon Arbuckle looking through a rack of bell-bottom slacks. “Are you finding what you’re looking for?” I ask him. “Actually, I could use an opinion,” Jon says, holding a pair of floral pants in one hand and a pair of orange plaid pants in the other. I imagine how the floral pair would draw attention to his round, tight buttocks. “These would look great on you,” I tell him seductively. “Would you mind if I give you a show?” he offers with a tone of sultry suggestion. I do not. I follow him into the dressing room.
At a Roller Rink
It is disco night at the roller rink. I hope Jon will like my feathered hair and baby blue jumpsuit. Jon is wearing a white 3-piece suit with bell bottoms and a long-winged collar. His blue silk shirt is unbuttoned halfway down his chest, revealing an exciting amount of chest hair. A gold chain is partially obscured by that thick brown tuft. I stroke his luscious man fur with my fingers until it forms into little curls. I notice that the jukebox is playing “Love Hangover” by Diana Ross. Jon leads me out onto the rink. I suddenly remember that I do not know how to roller skate.
At the Family Farm
Jon has taken me for a weekend trip to his family’s farm. After dinner, he decides to romance me by taking me for a horseback ride. Sitting on the horse, he extends his hand to me and pulls me up behind him. I nestle myself against him, squeezing my thighs against his. Although in real life, I am very afraid of horses, this is actually very pleasant. I put my hands on Jon’s waist and the horse begins a leisurely promenade through the lingering pink and orange light of sunset.
A Romantic Home Cooked Dinner
Jon is teaching me how to cook his family’s lasagna recipe. It is in the oven and I am getting hungry, but not just for dinner. Jon holds up a wooden spoon of tomato sauce for me to try, which I slurp daintily. Jon takes the lasagna out of the oven and opens a bottle of wine for us while we wait for it to cool. He pours two glasses. I watch as one single drop of red wine rolls down the neck of the bottle. I catch the drop with my finger and hold it to his lips. All of a sudden, we are startled by the clang of a pan behind us. Jon’s cat has eaten the entire pan of lasagna and knocked it to the floor before ejecting himself off of the counter and into the next room. With our dinner ruined, Jon and I skip straight to dessert.
Watching a Scary Movie
Jon Arbuckle and I are on his sofa watching a scary movie. We are cozy under a thick crocheted afghan. Jon has his hand on my knee, which he slowly slides upwards. Jon squeezes my upper thigh as, onscreen, something jumps out and startles him. “Wow, that was surprising! Did that scare you?” he asks, trying unsuccessfully to feign bravery. I wrap my arm protectively around his shoulders. Just then, Jon’s cat begins yakking up lasagna on the carpet.
A Private Concert
Jon has decided to impress me with his many musical inclinations. He has already wooed me with several romantic polkas played on the accordion. Jon snaps his fingers and suddenly has changed into a tartan kilt and ruffled shirt for a bagpipe performance. I marvel at his superior lung capacity and the way he handles his instrument. The dog begins howling. The cat hides his head under a pillow dramatically. I can’t help but wonder what Jon has under his kilt. He gives me a little wink.
A Sensual Drawing
I am lying nude on Jon’s sofa. Jon sits at an easel in front of me while he sketches. His eyes linger on my sensuous body and we both blush. “I usually only draw fat, orange pussies,” he admits “Never like this.” His blush deepens. Jon takes down his drawing to show me his work. It is an erotic caricature with a crooked smile and big tits. I am overcome with emotion. “It’s beautiful,” I tell him.
Going Skiing
Jon and I have gone on a skiing trip, another skill that I suddenly have. Jon has bragged about how great he is at skiing and I know that he wants to impress me. Today we have worn matching green and gold windbreaker snowsuits. His cheeks are red from the cold. Just as I lean in to kiss him, the ski lift sweeps us off of our feet. We both laugh. Jon scoots closer. He puts his hand on the chest of my snowsuit and begins moving it in a circle over my breast. This is not arousing but I appreciate the gesture.
In a Hot Tub
After a long day on the slopes, a cloud of steam parts to reveal Jon Arbuckle soaking in a bubbling hot tub. His thin pale arms are resting on the ledge behind him. A slight smile plays on the line of his lips as he watches me with bedroom eyes. A bead of sweat rolls down between my breasts. My red satin robe falls to the floor. We make love at last.
