JackG2
04-06-2001, 05:47
AYKO: A LOVE STORY
BY JACKG2
WARNING! MAY NOT BE SUBTABLE FOR YOUNGER READERS!
Jhon sat at his computer, working on his new music. He was good at it. And payed well. But it would not take away the lust he was recently haveing. He told himself it was a plontniac love. He would not admit that it was just another case of him being lustfull for another woman. But since it being one woman, and others at his fingertips, made it seem as if love. He was the sterotypical male.
As I said, he was working on his music. He was a composer. Not your typical one, since his work is entirely done on his computer. He also worked with the new female singers that the record companies produced for him to work his music around. But he didn't just work with them. He seduced them. Being an attractive male, it was very easy. Surprislngly easy. Since most of the singers sent to them seem to be willing to sleep there way to the top. And they would sleep with ANYONE if it meant getting huge in the business. Don't get me wrong, some aren't that willing. Jhon had run into a one of them once. Almost lost his job.
Now, back to his "plotonic love" with a girl. This girl was a highschool girl. Around 16. Very ill-legal for Jhon who is 28. But he didn't care. He would die just to meet her.
Her highschool was down below, just outside Jhon's apartment. Jhon was mostly a perv. He would use his binocluers to check out the highschool girls undress in the locker room's windows. But he never looked at the girl undress. He was sure it was true love. Erection or no erection.
The girl's name is Ayko. Transfered from Japan. Jhon fell in love with her the first time he saw her on school grounds. It reminded him of his first true love. Whatever happened to her anyway? It didn't matter. He had Ayko to rekindle the lost love from his past. Too bad he couldn't touch her. He couldn't even date her. He hated the thought of that. It was pure hell for him.
The door knocked. Jhon looked away from his computer and away from his thoughts on Ayko. He said to the door, "Who is it?"
The door answered back, "I'm Jenny Wevear. I'm the new singer the studio sent."
Like sex delivered to his door. Jhon liked that. But his thoughts still dwelled on Ayko. Yet he went to the door, opened, and saw a very sexy woman. She had blue hair (dyed) and green eyes. Her body was incredible. Jhon might forget about Ayko altogether. No. He wouldn't. He loved her too much............. kind of.
"Come in," replied Jhon.
Jenny stepped in, and just as Jhon was starting to close the door, he said, "Take off your clothes."
The sex wasn't good. His thoughts were on Ayko the whole time. Jenny seemed to notice. At least the part about him not enjoying the sex. Doesn't matter. Jenny didn't enjoy the sex either.
"You weren't good?," said Jenny, lighting a cig.
"F@ck you."
"Hmpf."
"Sorry, had my thoughts on something else."
"What?"
"A girl."
"Hmpf. So you got a girlfriend?"
"No. I'm just thinking of a girl."
"I don't give a flying s@it. Is the album on or not?"
"Yeah. I expect you to be back here for the recording."
"Don't expect me to f@ck you again."
"Whatever."
Jenny gets up naked, and grabs her clothes and starts dressing.
"Do you love her?," she said.
"What?"
"Do you love her?"
"Yeah."
"Then why aren't you talking to her?"
"Hmmmm......"
"Hello?"
"What?"
"Nevermind. I'm out of here."
She leaves. Jhon sits on the bed, naked, thinking. Why isn't he talking to her? What is keeping him? The age? F@ck the age! When 2 people are in love, nothing can keep them apart. Wait. Yes...... his first love. He was kept apart. God, it had been so long since he saw her. Did he still have her phone number? Did he ever find out what happend to her?
The phone rings. Jhon picks it up without thinking. Then he hears a consultant on the phone. Saying that he's got a new singer. A singer named Jessie something. Jhon didn't care. He had too many thoughts in his head.
When he found it, he was excited. The phone number to his first love! He could finally meet her again. But could he call her? After all these years? Hell yes. He picked up the phone and dialed the number frantically. When she picked up the phone, his heart leap. The sound of her vioce. Oh God! The sound. He missed it these past years. They talked in the night. Then she agreeded to meet Jhon tomorrow for lunch. Jhon couldn't wait!
The next day, Jhon was standing at the door to the restraunt that he and his love was to meet again. He waited. 7 sexy women walked by. He thought all of them were his love. Untill they passed at least. Then he saw a over-weighted woman walking down to the resturant. Jhon didn't like the look of her. As come what may, Jhon was a *******. He always looked for looks in a woman. This over-weighted woman had none. Then the horror strucked him. What if this fat bitch was his love?! He couldn't bare to think that. It most likely wasn't true anyway.
It was. Jhon cursed the day he found that phone number! He was dumbstrucked by the actual fact that this over-weighted woman was his long lost love! He lost all intrest in the conversation they were in. He just wanted this long awfull lunch to end. He wanted to go home, crawl into a ball on his bed, and cry for the rest of the day.
At the end of the lunch, the fat woman that was his love asked if he wanted to have a date tonight. Jhon, the ******* that he was, told her to forget it and that he never wanted to see her fat lard ass ever again. His ex-love broked down and cried, and the truth, he felt like joining her in a crying session, right in the middle of a public place.
Jhon came home with a black eye. His ex-love had punched him in the face while still crying. And once again, Jhon cursed yesterday. The day of the found number. Maybe he'd feel better after a warm shower. Then maybe he thought he could spot Ayko in the schoolyard, and think about what love he could have with that young girl. He wished he was 16 again, instead of 28. He decided to add time on his "things to curse" list.
After a long hot shower, he stepped out and into his robe, then he heard his door knock. S@it! He forgot about the new singer, Jessie something coming over. He ran to the door and answered it. His heart leaped as he saw that the person standing there was Ayko. Why was she at his door?
"Hello, I'm Jessie Stevens. The new singer," said Ayko.
Ayko is Jessie? Jessie must be her stage name!
"Is Jessie your real name?", Jhon found himself saying.
"Uh, no. It's Ayko. Nice to meet you Mr. Wilkins."
"Could you hold on a mintue, Miss."
"Sure."
Jhon shut the door as his mind raced. Good god! This might be his chance to have his way with Ayko. No! Wait! He would not! It was a plontinic love! Not lust! Love! But his mind still raced. What would he do? He couldn't take it. He took the vase with flowers from atop his desk and he threw it to the floor. It smashed. Goddammit!!! Why was life so cruel to him?!
He sat on the floor for a second. Thinking. And he decided! He would not have sex with Ayko. He would bring her in and work on her album with her. That's what he'd do.
He got up and opened the door.
"Okay, come on in, Miss. Let's discuss your album."
She walked in. Before Jhon closed the door he said, "Take off your clothes."
The door shut. And the sex was not good.
BY JACKG2
WARNING! MAY NOT BE SUBTABLE FOR YOUNGER READERS!
Jhon sat at his computer, working on his new music. He was good at it. And payed well. But it would not take away the lust he was recently haveing. He told himself it was a plontniac love. He would not admit that it was just another case of him being lustfull for another woman. But since it being one woman, and others at his fingertips, made it seem as if love. He was the sterotypical male.
As I said, he was working on his music. He was a composer. Not your typical one, since his work is entirely done on his computer. He also worked with the new female singers that the record companies produced for him to work his music around. But he didn't just work with them. He seduced them. Being an attractive male, it was very easy. Surprislngly easy. Since most of the singers sent to them seem to be willing to sleep there way to the top. And they would sleep with ANYONE if it meant getting huge in the business. Don't get me wrong, some aren't that willing. Jhon had run into a one of them once. Almost lost his job.
Now, back to his "plotonic love" with a girl. This girl was a highschool girl. Around 16. Very ill-legal for Jhon who is 28. But he didn't care. He would die just to meet her.
Her highschool was down below, just outside Jhon's apartment. Jhon was mostly a perv. He would use his binocluers to check out the highschool girls undress in the locker room's windows. But he never looked at the girl undress. He was sure it was true love. Erection or no erection.
The girl's name is Ayko. Transfered from Japan. Jhon fell in love with her the first time he saw her on school grounds. It reminded him of his first true love. Whatever happened to her anyway? It didn't matter. He had Ayko to rekindle the lost love from his past. Too bad he couldn't touch her. He couldn't even date her. He hated the thought of that. It was pure hell for him.
The door knocked. Jhon looked away from his computer and away from his thoughts on Ayko. He said to the door, "Who is it?"
The door answered back, "I'm Jenny Wevear. I'm the new singer the studio sent."
Like sex delivered to his door. Jhon liked that. But his thoughts still dwelled on Ayko. Yet he went to the door, opened, and saw a very sexy woman. She had blue hair (dyed) and green eyes. Her body was incredible. Jhon might forget about Ayko altogether. No. He wouldn't. He loved her too much............. kind of.
"Come in," replied Jhon.
Jenny stepped in, and just as Jhon was starting to close the door, he said, "Take off your clothes."
The sex wasn't good. His thoughts were on Ayko the whole time. Jenny seemed to notice. At least the part about him not enjoying the sex. Doesn't matter. Jenny didn't enjoy the sex either.
"You weren't good?," said Jenny, lighting a cig.
"F@ck you."
"Hmpf."
"Sorry, had my thoughts on something else."
"What?"
"A girl."
"Hmpf. So you got a girlfriend?"
"No. I'm just thinking of a girl."
"I don't give a flying s@it. Is the album on or not?"
"Yeah. I expect you to be back here for the recording."
"Don't expect me to f@ck you again."
"Whatever."
Jenny gets up naked, and grabs her clothes and starts dressing.
"Do you love her?," she said.
"What?"
"Do you love her?"
"Yeah."
"Then why aren't you talking to her?"
"Hmmmm......"
"Hello?"
"What?"
"Nevermind. I'm out of here."
She leaves. Jhon sits on the bed, naked, thinking. Why isn't he talking to her? What is keeping him? The age? F@ck the age! When 2 people are in love, nothing can keep them apart. Wait. Yes...... his first love. He was kept apart. God, it had been so long since he saw her. Did he still have her phone number? Did he ever find out what happend to her?
The phone rings. Jhon picks it up without thinking. Then he hears a consultant on the phone. Saying that he's got a new singer. A singer named Jessie something. Jhon didn't care. He had too many thoughts in his head.
When he found it, he was excited. The phone number to his first love! He could finally meet her again. But could he call her? After all these years? Hell yes. He picked up the phone and dialed the number frantically. When she picked up the phone, his heart leap. The sound of her vioce. Oh God! The sound. He missed it these past years. They talked in the night. Then she agreeded to meet Jhon tomorrow for lunch. Jhon couldn't wait!
The next day, Jhon was standing at the door to the restraunt that he and his love was to meet again. He waited. 7 sexy women walked by. He thought all of them were his love. Untill they passed at least. Then he saw a over-weighted woman walking down to the resturant. Jhon didn't like the look of her. As come what may, Jhon was a *******. He always looked for looks in a woman. This over-weighted woman had none. Then the horror strucked him. What if this fat bitch was his love?! He couldn't bare to think that. It most likely wasn't true anyway.
It was. Jhon cursed the day he found that phone number! He was dumbstrucked by the actual fact that this over-weighted woman was his long lost love! He lost all intrest in the conversation they were in. He just wanted this long awfull lunch to end. He wanted to go home, crawl into a ball on his bed, and cry for the rest of the day.
At the end of the lunch, the fat woman that was his love asked if he wanted to have a date tonight. Jhon, the ******* that he was, told her to forget it and that he never wanted to see her fat lard ass ever again. His ex-love broked down and cried, and the truth, he felt like joining her in a crying session, right in the middle of a public place.
Jhon came home with a black eye. His ex-love had punched him in the face while still crying. And once again, Jhon cursed yesterday. The day of the found number. Maybe he'd feel better after a warm shower. Then maybe he thought he could spot Ayko in the schoolyard, and think about what love he could have with that young girl. He wished he was 16 again, instead of 28. He decided to add time on his "things to curse" list.
After a long hot shower, he stepped out and into his robe, then he heard his door knock. S@it! He forgot about the new singer, Jessie something coming over. He ran to the door and answered it. His heart leaped as he saw that the person standing there was Ayko. Why was she at his door?
"Hello, I'm Jessie Stevens. The new singer," said Ayko.
Ayko is Jessie? Jessie must be her stage name!
"Is Jessie your real name?", Jhon found himself saying.
"Uh, no. It's Ayko. Nice to meet you Mr. Wilkins."
"Could you hold on a mintue, Miss."
"Sure."
Jhon shut the door as his mind raced. Good god! This might be his chance to have his way with Ayko. No! Wait! He would not! It was a plontinic love! Not lust! Love! But his mind still raced. What would he do? He couldn't take it. He took the vase with flowers from atop his desk and he threw it to the floor. It smashed. Goddammit!!! Why was life so cruel to him?!
He sat on the floor for a second. Thinking. And he decided! He would not have sex with Ayko. He would bring her in and work on her album with her. That's what he'd do.
He got up and opened the door.
"Okay, come on in, Miss. Let's discuss your album."
She walked in. Before Jhon closed the door he said, "Take off your clothes."
The door shut. And the sex was not good.