The record player was the first piece of equipment we moved into the apartment. It sat in the corner of the living room on an empty shelf with one record spinning. As it ended, I walked over with bare feet and flipped it over and set the needle in place. The Doors groovy beat filled the echoing room as I finished my breakfast I brought back with me from our outing this morning. John was laying on his back on the hard floor with the phone to his ear. I took this to my advantage and straddled him at the waist, enjoying his small groan as my dress rode up and my underwear held the only barrier between myself and his very excited arousal. I slowly unbuttoned his shirt as he spoke, playing with my hands.

"....yeah around four is fine with us. The missus will be 'ere but I'll be off is that alright?....I see well what if I leave it with her..."

I tuned out as I let his shirt fall open, leaning down to kiss his smooth chest, down his stomach. My fingers unbuttoning his jeans. This caught his attention as he was near hanging up.

"Uuhheerrm I'll do just that the...yes five thirty then. Sounds great thanks a lot." Then he hung up. I sat up and rubbed up and down his chest.

"Everything work our alright with the movers?" I asked innocently as he sat up. Our faces inches apart.

"You my dear are a fuckin troublemaker you are." He smirked and grabbed my jaw into his hands playfully. I giggled and played with his hair.

"You mind if I am? If I remember correctly, it was just that that drove us together in the first place."

He hummed and brought me into a deep kiss. My knees grew red from the hard floor as I pulled back from our kissing to unzip the back of my dress. Our hands were perfectionists as we began to undress one another as quickly as possible. The cool air from the open window brushed onto the saliva John left behind from the kisses on my body. It was within all of this I remembered the day we got caught.
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John was supposed to be taking care of the home that late fall Sunday the week before his wife was due to return from visiting her parents. While she was calling to let John know she was in the airport coming home sooner than she expected, John and I were in their bed having sex while the phone rang over and over again.

"John....it won't stop." I breathed as he continued on while I tugged on his hair.

"Leave it." He stated, kissing my cheek as his thrusting never missed it's wonderous rythmn.

"John..." My mind was telling me something on the other end of that phone wasn't good but my body was enjoying John's pleasuring so much I said fuck it and let him fuck me.

"C'mon let me see that body." He rolled off and brought me ontop. I giggled at his eagerness and rolled my hips, swiveling and bouncing myself in quick beats. He moaned sexily with a small hint of agression as I pushed my chest forward to give him an eye full of my breasts.

"Oh Johnny baby I'm losing it...."

"Fuckin say my name again." He urged.

"John.....yes baby Oh fuck I'm so close!"

"Scream for me!" He continued as I moaned and repeated his name over and over again.

"John I'm coming! Oh John yes John fuck me like that Johnny yes! Please fuckin come inside me Johnny baby yes yes yes fuck me yes...!" I was screaming at this point wanting the world to hear how wonderful I felt. My body was hot, my legs were giving out, my orgasm was on its edge as John thrust up into me as he began to finish. My hips were gyrating while I came. Hands resting on his chest as I took in deep breaths. His chest rose and fell quickly making me smile in content. He had the same grin until the door opened and his wife stood before us completely shocked and heartbroken.
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I sighed in relief as John rolled off my tired body. We must have looked completely careless lying naked on our new hardwood living room floor. The air was cool despite our heated activity. The phone rang loudly making me reach over a lazy Lennon to answer.

"Hello?"

"Sharon? It's Paul. Where's John I know he's with you."

I looked at John as he rested a hand over his face.

"He's here with me Paul. What's going on?"

"Well let's see Lennon's not 'ere in the studio or been present for anythin lately with the band. I've about 'ad it I don't know if...."

"Paul just relax. John and I found a place together and he's just been helping settle me in..."

I was interrupted by John grabbing the phone from my hand and began speaking to an upset McCartney. I chewed on my nails and watched John's different facial expressions move from frustration to desperation. I laid ontop of him and listened to his heartbeat. His warm body against mine is the best feeling in the world. He smelled of sweat and cologne. My face nuzzled in his chest to enjoy his familiar scent.

"....Aye you got the fuckin studio to yourself don't ye?? It's what you've been wantin for awhile now so make use of it!" John slammed the phone down and huffed in anger. I bit my lip and looked at his tired eyes.

"You haven't told him have you?"

"How the bloody hell am I supposed to!? It's only a matter of time until McCartney wants out and I won't be there to stop him. Maybe then I won't feel as guilty. My fuckin god what am I bloody talkin about??"

I sighed and sat up. His eyes scanning into mine for answers. "I think you need to have a talk with the guys."

"Sharon love I just want us to be together. I mean normal like you know? Like a real couple."

"We are a real couple John."

He took my face into his hands and just looked into my eyes. "I want to 'ave baby. And I want this baby to grow up with both of us in it's life. Not wonderin where one of us is every night."

"We'll make it work John. It's gonna take time though."

He nodded and pecked my lips. "I should go back to settle things. You'll be alright 'ere? The movers will be in later."

"I'll be alright John. Just...please hurry back yeah?"

He smiled and pecked my lips again. "I will love."
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As soon as John kissed me goodbye then was out the door to the airport, I headed for the phone and dialed, twirling the cord around my finger.

"Hello can I speak to Dr. Edwards please?"

"Who's calling?"

"Sharon Duvell."

It was silent on the other end until someone spoke.

"Miss Duvell it's Dr. Edwards. Your results have come in for the blood test you requested last week. Congratulations, you're pregnant."

I smiled feeling my entire body engulf with joy. My heart fluttered in quick beats making me giggle.

"I'm pregnant. Thank you doctor so much!"

He laughed. "I think it's the father you should be thanking. Almost two months in a week."

I lost my smile. Worry settled in.

"Two months?"

"That's how far along you are. Look I have an appointment in ten minutes. I suggest you call me to settle for one yourself. You know my number."

"Yeah of course! I'll call. Bye." I hung up and set the phone down slowly. "Two months."
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I've been pregnant for two months. Carrying a baby, having it form every day inside my stomach. I haven't had a clue but there it was all this time just waiting to be known. All the times I've made love to John wishing that night to be the exact moment we make it. We weren't even married yet. He didn't know. We married out of love. I should be happy. I should be rushing to call John and begging him to come back so we can celebrate. I am happy though. I'm estatic to finally have the one wish I've been praying for actually come true.

My mind keeps wandering to that night with George. How I couldn't resist. How any little set back between John and I made me run to him.

I was drunk and completely careless. That night....those nights.
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