Table of Contents
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
EPILOGUE
AFTERWORD
A BRIEF Q&A WITH TOMMY WISEAU
CHAPTER ONE
As Johnny boarded the street car, he couldn't help but think that San Francisco was a very beautiful city. One of the most beautiful cities he had ever seen. From the beautiful Golden Gate bridge, to all the beautiful buildings, to all the townhouses and all the beautiful streets with beautiful street cars like the one he was on right now. Yes, San Francisco was a beautiful city.
But not as beautiful as the woman he was going to see. Lisa was the woman he was going to see. And she was Johnny's future wife. Johnny himself was quite the looker, all of six feet of pure muscle, long black hair and the skin of an eroded marble statue. But Lisa...even he hardly deserved her. She was intensely beautiful. More than that though, he trusted her deeply, knowing that she could never betray him.
He had just come from the Dress Stop, where he had bought her a red dress. He imagined she would look beautiful in it, so he bought it for her right away. Anything for my girl, thought Johnny.
Finally, the street car pulled up to his apartment complex. All of his friends and family lived there. His future wife, Lisa. Denny. Mark, his best friend. Everyone. He approached the door, took a moment to compose himself, then entered.
Sure enough, Lisa, his future wife, was there waiting for him.
"Hi babe!" Johnny exclaimed, "I have something for you."
Lisa, his beautiful future wife, smiled and rose from the couch. Wow, Johnny thought, she really is beautiful. She was wearing a blue shirt and skirt. Sexy, thought Johnny.
"What is it?" she inquired sheepishly.
"Just a little something." Johnny grinned, hiding the package behind his back. After a brief struggle, he handed her the box. She opened it with haste, throwing the wrapping every which way, revealing the the radiant beauty of the red dress beneath.
"Johnny, it's beautiful. Thank you.", she looked it up and down, "can I try it on now?"
"Sure it's yours."
Lisa grabbed him by his tie and reached in for a quick kiss.
"You wait right here."
"Um." Johnny grunted.
"I'll try it on right now."
"Um-hum."
She left to go try on the dress right now.
Johnny sat on his couch.
And he waited.
* * *
Moments later, Lisa descended the spiral staircase that defined much of the room, the red dress clinging to her womanly curves. Johnny was floored. He had come to expect beauty from Lisa, his future wife, but this...
"Wow, you look so sexy Lisa." Johnny said.
Lisa did a quick spin, showing off the dress. And her body. Wow, Johnny thought, she looks so sexy.
"Isn't it fabulous!" she said.
"I would do anything for my girl!" Johnny said, his arms behind his head.
Denny, a boy in his late teens, swung open the door.
"Oh, hey guys!"
Johnny gestured over, "Oh, hey Denny."
Denny walked over to the main living area, looked Lisa up and down. He couldn't help but notice how sexy she looked in that red dress. He felt bad for thinking it, but he wouldn't mind kissing her and telling her that he loved her. But Lisa was who she was, and besides, he could never hurt Johnny.
"Wow, look at you!" Denny said.
Lisa smirked. "It's from Johnny."
"Anything for my princess!" Johnny said, then laughed. "Hahahaha".
"How much was it?" Denny inquired.
Lisa frowned. "Denny, don't ask a question like that."
Denny was confused by the statement. He was just curious how much Johnny had spent on the dress! Sometimes adults just didn't understand.
"Nice to see you Denny. I'm going to take a nap." Johnny said rising from his seat.
"Can I go upstairs too?" asked Denny.
Johnny simply laughed. "Hahahaha."
"Denny, I think I'm going to join him." Lisa said.
"Hahahahaha." Johnny laughed.
The two made their way up the stairs, leaving Denny alone. He produced an apple and took a bite. Now this, he thought, I wanna see. He too made his way the stairs.
When he got to their bed room, Johnny and Lisa were all ready throwing pillows at each other playfully, as they often did before lovemaking. Denny, without a second's hesitation, jumped in bed with them. Everyone laughed.
"No stop! Stop!" Denny laughed. He didn't really mean it of course. He wouldn't want to be anywhere but right here. Right now.
He rolled off the bed softly, smiling at the two older lovers.
"Denny...don't you have something else to do?" Johnny suggested gently.
"I just like to watch you guys."
Lisa sighed.
"Oh, Denny, Denny boy." she said, stroking his hair.
Denny smiled like a creep.
"Denny, two is great, but three's a crowd." Johnny said, and then laughed. "Haha."
Lisa nodded subtly in agreement.
"I get it," Denny said, "you guys want to be alone."
"That's the idea!" Johnny said. Lisa winked with her eyebrows.
Denny was hurt, hurt deep. All he had ever wanted was to be part of the family. In every way. But he wouldn't let his hurt show. Not here. He'd play it cool, like he always did.
"Fine." he said. "I have homework to do anyway."
Lisa and Johnny smiled at each other. Denny, reading the hints, arose and headed for the staircase.
"Bye lovebirds..." he said, creepily, as he left.
"Bye Denny." Johnny said.
"Bye Denny." Lisa also said.
They watched as he walked down the stairs.
Going.
Going.
Gone.
Lisa turned to Johnny. Led in, and kissed him tenderly. He kissed her back with an intensity that overwhelmed her loins. She pushed him down onto the bed and threw a pillow at him. Johnny laughed.
"Hahahaha."
Moments later they were dancing, Johnny twirling her around as he often did before sex.
"Oh Lisa, oh Lisa yes." he muttered.
Johnny couldn't explain why he felt this way about Lisa. But he knew that it would be a shame to live in this world without her.
She took off his tie and ran it through his hair, sexily.
There's nothing I wouldn't do for you, Johnny thought.
They lit a bunch of candles. and spread rose pedals all over the bed, but not before they threw some more pillows around and danced a bit more. Lisa unbuttoned Johnny's shirt as he held the remaining rose. He felt his throbbing, wrinkled sex grow in anticipation. She rubbed him with the rose, but dropped it as he kissed her.
I would climb through the highest of mountains for her, he thought to himself.
He ripped off her dress, then grabbed the rose and picked off its peddles, one by one, dropping them gently over her body.
Lisa was very wet now.
He climbed on top of her, his penis sliding up and down her stomach.
"Oh...ohhh....OOHHHH" they both moaned.
He drove himself harder into her navel, hi
s cock bouncing limply off her bulbous flab.
"YESSSS!!!!"
Johnny came all over his future wife's stomach. She looked down and smiled. That's how Lisa liked it...or at least, that's what she wanted him to think.
He rolled over and fell asleep at once.
Lisa, rose pedals stuck to her back like semen stuck to a hooker, looked at Johnny. Disgust furrowed her brow. That's it?, she thought, That's all I get? Once again, it was the same old show. Johnny on top, humping furiously into her stomach while rose pedals were thrown about everywhere. She wanted something more. Something...better.
And she knew exactly where to find it.
CHAPTER TWO
Johnny awoke to the buzzing of his alarm the next morning. 6:28 it read. He usually set his alarm at random intervals to surprise him from day to day. He never understood people's tendency to set clocks at dull, boring times like 6:00 or 6:15 or 6:30. But then again, Johnny was no ordinary man.
He turned off the alarm and sat up slowly, still basking in the pleasures of the previous night. He grabbed one of the roses from their lovemaking session and smelt it. It still smelled like love. He placed it delicately beside Lisa's still resting, still beautiful body, then left to get dressed. His buttocks rippled and twisted in the morning breeze.
Moments later he was dressed for work; a sharp suit and tie. Before he left for the day, though, he always made sure to kiss Lisa, his future wife, goodbye. She was awake and lying on her stomach, clutching on to the rose, when he reached in to kiss her.
"Did you like last night?" he asked.
"Yes, I did."
Johnny laughed. "Hahaha."
Lisa looked into his dark eyes. "Can I get you anything?"
"Uhmm, umm." muttered Johnny, "I have to go now."
Lisa smiled. "OK.
"OK bye"
"Bye." Lisa said.
And with that, Johnny was gone.
***
Lisa spent the next part of the morning getting ready for a lunch date she had with her mother. The two were still close. Her mother could be controlling, sure, maybe even a little manipulative, but she was still a woman wise beyond her advanced age. Lisa knew that if there were ever a time when she needed her support for something that her mother would be there with open arms and some kind words.
Now was one of those times.
A knocking came at the door and Lisa answered immediately. Sure enough, it was her mother.
"Hi, Mom. How are you?"
The mother and daughter embraced. Claudette was old and a lady. She had gray hair.
"I'm fine." she grabbed Lisa's chin, "how are you?"
Lisa was unresponsive. Evasive.
"Hm? OK." , she grabbed Lisa by the shoulders and walked her into the house,
"Lets go the couch and we will sit down."
The two sat.
"Now...what's happening with you? Hm?"
"Nothing much. Do you want some coffee?"
Claudette ignored the small talk.
"What's wrong? Tell me."
"I'm not feeling good today..."
"Oh why not?"
Lisa went for it. "I don't love him anymore."
Without missing a beat, Claudette replied " Why don't you love him anymore? Tell me." She had been expecting this for a while.
"He's so...boring."
"Well you've known him for over five years! You're engaged! You said you loved him. He supports you. He provides for you, and darling you can't support yourself!"
Claudette knew more than most that, because she was a woman, Lisa could not do anything on her own.
Lisa grimaced.
"He's a wonderful man and he loves you very much." Claudette leaned in and patted Lisa on the legs, "And his position is very secure. And he told me he plans to buy you a house."
"That's why he's so boring!" Lisa retorted.
"Well what are you going to do?"
"I don't know...", Lisa smiled, bitchily, "I don't mind living with him."
"Well you can't do that! Have you talked to him about it?"
Lisa frowned. "No. I don't know what to do."
Claudette, however, did.
"Well, he's a wonderful person! And he's getting a promotion very soon. Now he bought you a car, he bought you a ring, clothes, whatever you wanted. Now you want to dump him! That's not right. I've always thought of him as my son in law!"
If there was one thing Claudette hated, it was change. If there was two things, it was change and women. Women couldn't accomplish anything on their own. Not without a man they couldn't.
"You should marry Johnny, he would be good for you!"
"I guess you're right about that." Lisa conceded.
"Well, of course I'm right. I know men. I wasn't born yesterday. I'm glad your listening to your mother! No body else listens to me!"
Lisa grinned. "You're probably right about that, Mom." Lisa, despite enjoying her mother's company, knew that most people hated her a lot.
"Well I'm glad you're listening to your mother."
She rose from her seat.
"Listen, I've got to go. But you remember what I told you, OK?"
Lisa said nothing.
"Hm, hm? Bye, bye now."
And with that, Claudette was gone.
Lisa shook her head. "Thanks Mom."
***
Moments later, Lisa was dialing her phone, sitting at a small table near an opened window, the breeze fluttering in across her skin. On the table lay two framed photos of spoons. Johnny was a huge fan of cutlery. Forks. Knives. Certain variety of chop sticks. Spoons, however, tickled his utensil fancy most of all. Framed photos of them littered the room.
Add that to the reasons Johnny is so boring, Lisa thought as she listened to the dial tone.
"Hello." the voice on the other end was Mark's, Johnny's best friend. He was handsome. His face covered in a handsome beard. He wore handsome sunglasses and drove his car.
"Hey baby, how you doing?" Lisa purred.
"Oh, hey, how are you doing? Yeah, I'm very busy, what's going on?" Mark liked Lisa fine. In fact, he'd noticed in recent days that she was very beautiful and looked great in a red dress, but he was at work, making good money and that had to come first.
"I just finished talking to my Mom, she gave me this big lecture about Johnny."
"Look, we'll talk about it later, I told you I'm very busy." Mark was right in the middle of some important work-related driving, and couldn't afford the time this call was costing him.
"We'll talk about it now. Whenever you say 'we'll talk about it later', we never do. I can't wait till later. I want to talk, right now. You owe me one anyway." Lisa was referring to the fact that three days earlier she had masturbated him to the point of climax while Johnny was at work.
Mark recalled the incident fondly. "OK, all right, what do you want to talk about?"
"She's a stupid bitch. She wants to control my life. I'm not going to put up with that. I'm going to do what I want to do, and that's it."
She paused.
"What do you think I should do?"
"Well why do you ask me?" Mark said, choosing to ignore the complete contradiction in Lisa's statement, "You know you've been very happy with Johnny. What do you want me to say, I mean, you should enjoy your life!"
Silence from Lisa's end of the call.
"What's the problem?" Mark inquired.
"Maybe...you're right. Can I see you tomorrow?"
Mark didn't hesitate.
"OK, all right. How about noon?"
"I'll be waiting for you. Bye..." Lisa seduced.
"All right, see ya." Mark hung up the phone immediately. Back to work.
Lisa put the receiver down. She also had some work to do.
She had some candles, music and a sexy dress to buy for tomorrow at noon.
CHAPTER THREE
As Mark rode the familiar streetcar to the apartment complex that was his, his best friend Johnny's and Denny's home alike, his mind was focused en
tirely on one thing. Lisa, the building's most beautiful and most sexy tenant. If she approached him again, as she had the other week, would he be able to resist? She was Johnny's future wife, and Johnny was his best friend. And yet...she was so beautiful.
Why are you even doing this? he thought on his way up to the door, What good can it lead to?
It was too late for second guessing. He had all ready rang the doorbell.
Lisa opened the door almost instantly. There she was. Beautiful blond hair bouncing off her tiny shoulders, her smile welcoming and yet erotic. She was wearing a very sexy black blouse and dress. He smiled back, his beard very handsome.
"Hi, how you doing?" he said.
"Fine. Come in." she grabbed on to his shoulder and gestured for the couch. She let her hand linger there far longer than it should under the company of friends. It felt warm. Good. Right. But this isn't right! Mark thought.
"Have a seat."
She pushed him down into a sofa-chair, rubbing his shoulders gently. Brushed her finger tips against his arms and up his back, gently massaging him as she went. She made her way up to his face, bringing her hand over his beard. It rustled with her touch.
Mark could all ready feel his other best friend throbbing with anticipation.
Lisa moved off, poured two drink. Bending over, just so as she did it. She turned around and handed mark a glass. Her fingers touched his, and the scraped together audibly.
Mark's cock was pulsating with want now, and he hated himself for it.
"Thank you." he said.
Lisa looked down at her blouse, began to unfasten it.
"It's hot in here." she sexyed. "Do you mind?"
"No." He certainly did not.
She threw away her covering and let it fall limply onto the floor. Only a skimpy black dress remained. Mark swallowed. Hard. Of course, it was not the only thing that was hard.
She fingered his arm gently. I wouldn't mind fingering her gently Mark thought to himself.
He looked up at her, embarrassed.
"I mean the candles, the music, the sexy dress. I mean, what's going on here?" he smiled. There weren't literally candles or music, and the dress itself wasn't all that sexy, but he was speaking rhetorically. He knew what was going on. It sometimes payed to play dumb.
Lisa smiled, then sat on his lap, creeping her way closer and closer to his crotch.
"I like you...very much...lover boy." she purred, stroking Mark's handsome and manly beard.
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