Marlena sat curled up in bed, flipping through the newest issue of Cosmopolitan. It was not her first choice of reading material, but having spotted it in her daughter’s bedroom, she was somewhat curious. She hadn’t read this stuff since she was a senior in college, but the prospect of another boring night at home somehow didn’t please her.
She could hear the closing of the door downstairs, knowing John had just gotten home from the DiMera Island. He had been gone for about a week, refusing to let her come until every plan was worked through, every crevice was checked thoroughly, and every inch of the DiMera compound was safe. Instead of running to meet his arrival, she remained upstairs, flipping through an article on 2003’s Fun, Fearless, Female of the Year. Rolling her eyes, she turned the pages just as John walked into the room.
He stared at his wife for a moment, smiling at the innocence that the moonlight bathed her in. Her hair was up in a ponytail, flipping through some magazine; probably some medical thing he could not stand. However, she did not look up when he walked in and he sighed, knowing it was about to be a long night.
“I’m home,” he said.
“So I can see. How was the compound? Were there big bad traps that would have eaten me alive?” she replied sarcastically.
John sat down on the bed, unzipping his boots. He had two options. Get into an argument with his wife after not having seen her for a week or charm her like only he knew how. The latter of the two was obviously the one he chose to go with.
“Sure. There were DiMera monsters there. They almost bit me one night but I had my repellant–“
Marlena’s lips hinted a smile. “I see your jokes are still as lame as ever.” She looked up at him for the first time since he walked in the room and this time couldn’t help but smile at hiim. His face had a little scruff around the edges, his dark blue eyes soft and vulnerable. “I’m glad you’re home safely.”
Jonn smiled, nodding his head. “Me too. So what are you reading? New England Journal of Boring Ass Medicine?” he teased.
Marlena laughed. “No, actually. Something you might enjoy.” She looked back down at the title of the article and then back up at him, her eyes gleaming. “101 Ways to Drive Him Totally Wild.”
“Oh really?” John grinned, “let me see.” He sat up against the pillows next to her, taking the magazine from her lap. “Number 54. Write this on a note card: ‘I’m lusting for your blank. I want you to take my blank and blank all over it with your blank.’ Pass it on to him and ask him to fill it out any way he wants. Oooh, it’s like madlibs!”
To this, Marlena burst out laughing. “Naughty madlibs. So do I get to fill it out since you read it to me?” she asked seductively.
“Only if we can really do it.”
Marlena shrugged her shoulders. “We’ll see. Maybe I just want to play madlibs. Okay, let me see–I’m lusting for your cock. I want you to take my breast and come all over it with your penis. Look how fast I did that!” She exclaimed impressed.
“So can we play?”
“Not yet. I want to read more of those. Let me see– Oh, look we’ve done this one! Buy whipped cream and tell him that he gets to dollop it anywhere. Look at that, we are up to Cosmo par.”
“I’m sure all the teenagers in America would be thrilled,” John teased. “Okay, let me see, number 60. I like this one. Tell him that you’re the student and he’s the hot professor, and that you were wondering if you could meet during office hours to talk about your performance.”
“I kinda like that one,” Marlena smiled. “Can we do that one?”
“Can I be the student instead?” John asked.
“Sure.” For a moment, a crimson blush crept up on Marlena’s cheeks. “I can’t believe we are about to do this.” She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, meditating for a moment. “Okay, you ready?”
“Sure am.”
They both resumed their “positions” as the magazine indicated. Marlena got up to sit at her desk, taking her hair down and letting it sweep over her shoulders. The excitement of what was to come was already arousing to her and she tried her hardest not to think of it. She was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she didn’t realize the transition John had gone through. With a tap to her shoulder, she turned around and grinned. John was dressed in jeans and an Abercrombie sweater, obviously stolen from the remains of Brady’s clothes. A New York Yankees baseball hat sat backwards on his head and he looked so good, Marlena had to bite down on her lip to keep from doing anything.
“Marlena,” he smiled, putting on a young child’s smile, “I was wondering if you could maybe help me out with my English paper. I just can’t fail again or else they won’t let me play on the team. Please, help me.”
Marlena pointed to the seat next to her desk and smiled. “Sit. You know, Mr. Black, maybe if you paid attention in my class for more than five minutes instead of staring at all the women in the class, you wouldn’t be having this problem.”
Surprised at how natural this all felt, John looked down. “I’m not really staring at anyone else. Just at you. You’re beautiful, you know that?” He placed his hand on her knee and she looked at him, cocking her eyebrow.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“I’m–I’m sorry. Anyway, maybe we should get onto my paper. I’ve decided to work on how television promotes certain things. Such as teachers sleeping with their students. You see on Dawson’s Creek–“
“You watch Dawson’s Creek?” Marlena laughed. “How macho.”
John nodded. “I know. Anyway, when in High School, Pacey had sex with his English teacher for a few months. Lost his virginity to her. Freshman year of college, Joey began seeing one of her teachers. Never resulting in sex, but there was foreplay however. You see it on the news all the time as well. Teachers pregnant with student’s children. It’s a big problem.”
“Yes,” Marlena agreed. “You do realize however that the essay was supposed to be on Dante’s journey through the underworld right?”
“Oh yes, of course. But I thought maybe I could do a little extra credit.” John placed a piece of paper in front of Marlena and stood up so he was directly behind her. As he leaned into her, she could feel him hard against her back and felt her body tingle at the direct contact. He leaned over her, his smell choking her with raw passion and desire and it took everything in her power not to bite down on his neck.
John pointed to the imaginary words on the paper and turned his head so he could look directly at Marlena. “So am I allowed? To do extra credit I mean.”
Not wanting the game to end just yet, Marlena straightened herself, breaking free from John’s hold. “Mr. Black, if you make another tasteless pass at me, I will report you to the Dean of Students. Now please leave.”
John shrugged, knowing the game was now in Marlena’s hands. He began to walk away, knowing she was watching his every move. And as her pulse quickened, she took several steps in stride, reaching the half open door before him. She stood in front of it, blocking his path to the exit.
“There is just one more thing–“
However, John did not let her answer. He pushed her up against the door, slamming it shut, capturing his mouth with her own. She tried to unbutton his pants, but it was John who wanted the control. Pinning her hands up against her head, he ripped hungrily at her shirt with his teeth, fighting to get the silky material off of her body.
The bulge in his pants only aroused Marlena further as she fought his grasp, doing the first thing she thought of; unzipping him. His penis poked out of his boxer’s shorts, big and firm and Marlena lowered herself, taking him in her mouth. Her tongue rolled over him, finally settling on the head of his cock, knowing he could never take it long enough.
“No,” he moaned, “if I did this acting thing, you and I are fucking.”
Having no objection, Marlena stood up, pushing herself into John, his penis entering swiftly. They both stood, for a moment debating if standing was what they wanted. But it was no longer up to either of them. His cock pulsated inside of her, pounding into her as if the world was coming to an end. She wrapped her legs around his angles, shimmying her way up his body as he went at her up against the wall.
She was so concentrated on him, on making him come, that she almost missed the sound of the door slamming downstairs. And for a second, the moment was ruined as she spoke her next words, breathlessly.
“The kids are here,” she whispered, “we have to stop.”
But he didn’t answer, only moving faster inside of her and she knew she did not want him to stop. The fact that the children were merely a floor away seemed to make things more exciting as Marlena’s nails dug into John’s back, her butt clenching to hold him in there longer. He kissed her mouth hungrily, his hands grabbing onto her breast. She moaned inside his mouth, wanting to scream in pleasure.
“Come,” she moaned, “finish me off.”
He got out for a second, his finger touching in between her thighs, the moist liquid only wanting him to finish her off faster. He let his fingers roam across her vaginal area but Marlena ripped them away, grabbing onto his penis. Knowing what she wanted and knowing neither of them could wait a second more, he moved into rough and hard, both moaning their pleasure. He began to pump faster and harder, wanting to hear her scream with delight.
For a moment, Marlena forgot everything else. The sex magazine, the naughty role-playing, her children downstairs. She could feel John come inside of her, his hot liquid pulsing through her veins and she screamed, unable to hold it in. She fell against him, the sweat of their half naked bodies holding them together longer, neither willing to go back to their reality just yet.
He remained inside of her for a moment, taking her head and kissing her hard on the mouth. “I never knew of you to be a screamer,” he grinned, pulling out.
“And I never knew of you to be a naughty school boy,” she teased. She kissed him once more before throwing on her clothes. He watched her dress, the way her skirt slid right up her tan long legs, the way her body moved. She turned around and realized he was watching, laughing. “Get dressed, Cowboy. We have dinner reservations.”
“I’ll be right down.”
Marlena shrugged, grabbing the magazine off the bed. She took one last look at John before walking out of the room. She walked down the stairs and noticed both of her children trying not to laugh. Ignoring them, Marlena smiled, throwing Belle her magazine.
“I found it upstairs. I thought you might like it back. Your father will be down in a minute. He was tried after getting back, so he took a nap.”
“Were you sleeping too?” Brady asked, curiously.
“Nope. Just working on some paperwork,” Marlena grinned, “why?”
“Oh, well Belle and I heard you scream. We thought maybe you had a bad dream or something,” Brady smiled, acting naive.
“Oh no, I was– I was just–uh–frustrated with work and stuff. It happens.”
Feeling uncomfortable, Marlena was thrilled when John took this moment to reappear. “Sorry, sorry, I was busy doing work, totally lost track of the time,” John lied, unaware of Marlena’s own false tellings. “So who is ready to eat?”
“I’m sure you two are,” Belle mumbled as Brady laughed.
John and Marlena both stared at them for a moment, before deciding to ignore them.
“I’ll drive,” Marlena said, changing the subject. Noticing the keys were in the John’s front pocket, she grinned, putting her hand into the tight pocket. She kept her eyes on his, knowing how much this was getting to him and pulled them out, smiling widely.
“Okay, let’s go!” They all filed out, John first and then Brady. And as Marlena shut the door, Belle stood beside her, her voice low.
“Number 16. Dip your hand in his pocket and fish around for his keys.”
Marlena stared at her in shock, debating on whether to yell or laugh. And once again, the latter took hold as Marlena wrapped her arm around her daughter’s shoulders, laughing hysterically. And as they filed into the elevator, Marlena stood on her tiptoes, her mouth close to John’s ear. “Number 102. Repeat any actions from earlier, only this time, you’re my prisoner–“
The Jarlena Journal 