Johnny pitched his basketball into the hoop. Then he ran to pick it up. Almost dark, the park had something of an eerie feel about it.
Johnny rubbed his balls with the basketball to ease the itch from the heat. Then he looked over toward the clear sparkling water of the closed swimming pool. He looked around and there did not seem to be a living soul in sight.
He knew climbing over the fence would be wrong. He thought about the news and considered swimming alone not the smartest thing. But he isn’t a child. How dangerous could it be for a nineteen-year-old?
Johnny pulled his T-shirt up to his face and wiped the sweat from his brow. “God, it is hot.”
Looking at the pool, leaving the basketball court, and walking toward
the fence of the pool he felt a compulsion he‘d not fight. Johnny
threw his basketball so it splashed in the pool right beneath the diving
board. Now he had reason to enter the pool area. Who’d blame him
for entering the pool area to retrieve his basketball.
Johnny climbed the fence and jumped over into the pool area. Again Johnny
looked around and no one seemed to be in sight. Johnny removed his shoes
and socks. He pulled his shirt off and dropped the shirt on the side of
the pool on the cement. He considered removing his shorts and underwear
but didn’t. He removed his billfold and keys and change from his
pockets and placed them with his shirt He climbed down into the pool.
“God this is cold water.”
Johnny began swimming laps and quickly adjusted to the water’s temperature. After about three laps he sat on the pool steps with the water up to chest. Except for light from a quarter moon, Johnny felt almost blinded in darkness. “I better get the hell out of here.”
Johnny stood and climbed the steps out of the pool. “Where is my dang shirt?”
“Janet,” Johnny heard a sultry whisper in the dark. “Janet.”
Johnny asked, “Who is there?”
No one answered. Johnny got down on his hands and knees and fumbled around looking for his shirt and things. Suddenly he felt a hand on the back of his head. He felt fingers running through his blonde hair. “You aren’t Janet.”
Johnny stood. “No. I am Johnny. Your voice sounds kind of familiar. Do I know you?”
Johnny felt hands on his shorts. He felt them being yanked down and pulled off him.
“What are you doing?”
“I used to have the biggest crush on you. But you didn’t know I was alive.”
“Who are you?”
Johnny felt a hand on his cock. It had been a long time since he’d felt a hand other than his own on his cock.
“You like that don’t you. It is getting good and hard.”
Johnny moaned. He felt lips touch his cock. “Who are you?”
“There was a time I had such fantasies about you. I wish we could have dated.” She rolled the cock around in her mouth and removing it, began to pump it hard. “I once imagined us having a family together.” Then the stranger’s mouth returned to Johnny’s cock.
Johnny put his hand behind the stranger’s head as she began to pump the cock in and out of her mouth. “Maybe we could date. I’m tired of doing things alone.”
Suddenly the strange woman stood and falling into Johnny’s arms they both fell into the pool. Johnny again felt her hand on his hard, throbbing cock. Johnny felt her guiding his cock into her wet pussy.
“Oh, god,” the woman squealed.
Johnny began to thrust his hips. Johnny breathed, “I can’t believe I am having sex with a stranger.”
“I was in the play with you.”
Johnny had only ever been in one play. “Romeo and Juliet.”
“Yes.”
“Which character did you play?” Johnny said as he began thrust harder and deeper. He kissed the back of her ear. He kissed her breast. Then he pressed his lips against her lips. “I am getting ready to come.” Johnny quickly pulled out and turned away. Jacking his cock a couple of times he shot his load into the pool water. Then he turned back. He reached to hug the woman but she had already crawled out of the pool. “What character did you play?”
“Juliet.”
“Juliet. But Cathy played Juliet. Why would you say such an awful lie?” Johnny said as he pulled himself out of the pool. About to stand, Johnny felt the woman’s hand pressed to his lips and he kissed her hand.
The woman said:
O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I’ll no longer be a Capulet
And Johnny stood and embraced his mystery woman. “I heard that Cathy drowned.”
The woman whispered, “In this very pool. And I am so lonely.”
“You aren’t dead.”
“In your arms I feel alive.”
“Who are you?”
The woman reached down and handed Johnny his shorts and underwear. Johnny started to step into them when the woman pushed Johnny back into the pool.
Johnny emerged out from under the water and he screamed, “Why did you do that?”
“I am tired of being alone. Would it be so wrong for me to drown you?”
“Wrong! Damned yes, it would be wrong.”
Suddenly the woman splashed down into the water next to Johnny. She grabbed hold of Johnny’s head. Johnny felt her trying to push his head beneath the water.
“God, woman, you aren’t any ghost. Stop trying to push me under. Stop trying to drown me.” Johnny pulled away and holding his shorts and underwear made his way toward the steps to exit the pool. Halfway up the steps he felt the woman’s arms wrap around his waist. Still, with her hanging on, he exited the pool; but then she tripped him and he fell. Feeling the naked woman crawl on top of him he wasn’t sure whether to feel scared or turned on.
“Well, if you don’t want to join me as a ghost, the least you can do is suck my pussy.” The woman straddled Johnny and shoved her pussy into Johnny’s face. “You know where I want to feel your tongue.”
Johnny put his tongue into the woman’s pussy. As he worked the woman up into a frenzy doing his best stuff, Cathy vanished. He thought how he had fucked a ghost and he smiled. Then he thought how Cathy had tried to drown him. “Fuck. I got to get the hell out of here.”
Where is Janet - 2
Johnny Capri arrived home from his ghostly adventure at the pool and climbed into the shower. Tomorrow would be his first day at Junior College. First days always made him nervous. He knew he would do something stupid; cause he always did something stupid. Now he thought back to Cathy. Having sex with a ghost. Now that had to be the most stupid thing he’d ever done.
Johnny dried himself off. Naked, he climbed into bed next to the large windows. Staring up at the stars through the window, he touched himself. And he thought about Cathy’s sultry whisper, “Janet.” Who is Janet?
Johnny woke up. He wasn’t sure what time it was when he had had fallen asleep. He got up, got dressed, and drove to his first class. There was a note on the door. Not enough students had signed up for Liars History 101 and so he was going to have the next hour free.
“Shit,” he said with a smile.
Johnny turned and saw Stewart walking up to read the note. Johnny said, “This class isn’t happening.”
Stewart glanced at the note and turned to walk away. Johnny said, “How you been doing? Long time, no see.”
“I am not talking to you. You accused me of stealing your wallet.”
“So. You once accused me of stealing your girlfriend.”
“I caught you straddling her with your cock in her mouth.”
“Your cock wasn’t handy and so she was borrowing mine. Borrowing! No stealing involved.”
“You are such an asshole.”
“Come on man! I am sorry I accused you of stealing my wallet. Actually I discovered it was your girlfriend. She was sucking my cock so that I wouldn‘t call the police.”
Stewart said. “I was beyond ready to break up with her anyway.”
Johnny asked, “Do you remember Cathy?”
“She is the one who drowned. She was really shy. I don’t think she had any friends.”
“What about Janet?”
“I don’t know a Janet.”
Stewart Allen sat down at the booth where he normally sat in the FD Diner. He seriously hoped Johnny Capri would not be eating at the Diner tonight. He hoped that was not a habit Johnny would resume. Stewart ordered a burger, fries, and a coke. Eating a pack of crackers while he waited for his order he thought about his day. Johnny Capri had told him that he had blackmailed his former girlfriend Betty Mallory into his sucking his cock. “Sucking his cock!” Stewart looked around. God, he hoped he had not just said that out loud.
Sue Jenkins walks into the Diner. Heads always turn when Sue walks in. Looking around for someone more handsome, she settles on sitting with Stewart. “Hey sweetie, how is it hanging?”
Stewart stares at Sue. He wonders why the fuck she has chosen to sit with him but then tries to think of something friendly to say. “Shitty day, and you.”
“Mary, come over here and take my fucking order.”
The waitress whose name is Maxine ignores her. Sue looks at Stewart. She considers he is a pretty good looking dude. “So why is it that you and I have never fucked?”
Stewart rolls his eyes. “You used to date Johnny when he was my friend. I like to think that unlike him I have standards.”
Sue laughs. “Standards. Yeah, Johnny would fuck anything. When he fucked that skank Betty, that was the final straw for me.”
“Betty was my girlfriend.”
“Girlfriend! Honey, the way I heard it, you paid her $200 a month so you would have someone to fuck every other Saturday. Standards. Yeah, I know about your standards.”
“The $200 was to cook and run errands.”
“I know you and your whore parted ways, but what about you and your boyfriend Johnny. You still rooming.”
“No! First I saw him in a couple of months was today. He told me today that he blackmailed Betty into sucking his cock. She is the one who stole his wallet.”
“Stolen wallet. Oh yeah. I’d almost forgot about the infamous stolen wallet. I think he accused even Jesus Christ of stealing that wallet. So how is Johnny doing?”
Maxine brought Stewart his order and took Sue’s order.
“I don’t know. He wanted to know if I remembered that shy girl Cathy.”
“The girl who drowned. Do you know when I heard she had drowned I had to look her picture up in our year book before I could place who she was.”
“What about Janet? Do you remember someone by the name of Janet. Johnny also asked about her.”
“I had gym class with a Janet. She was one mean, big, ugly bitch. She actually robbed a taxi driver when she was 12.”
“I never knew her or of her.”
“Be glad your paths never crossed.”