I tried to fight the urge to kiss John back, but the fervor behind his kiss was something I had never felt before and I let myself get drawn into the moment.  I felt myself responding to John’s kiss; I ran my fingers through his hair until I reached his neck. I gently caressed his nape and as if on cue, John reacted. His hands moved to my hips and I involuntarily pressed my body against his. I could feel John's kisses become more urgent and his hands tightened on my hips. John broke the kiss just long enough to pick me up and walk us over to the couch. He put me down and looked at me. 

"You're beautiful." he said as he climbed on top of me and kissed me passionately. I could feel John was already hard as he pressed himself against me. He began kissing my neck as his hands started to roam my body. 

"Emma..." John exhaled.

That one word brought me back to reality. I was enjoying every minute of what was happening between John and I, but I couldn't let this go any further. John had the idea that I was Emma and as much as I had let this go on, I couldn't make love to John with him thinking I was my sister. This was where I drew the line.

"John..." I said. It was meant to catch his attention so he'd stop what he was doing, but instead it sounded more like a moan, which urged John even more. I felt his mouth on my collar bone and slowly start heading south. 

I decided I either stopped him now or I wasn't going to be able to stop myself. 

"John...we need to slow down...please." I said breathing hard. 

"Shhh..." he said as he wandered lower, this time kissing in between my breasts. 

"No...we need to stop John. Please." I repeated as I took my hand and gently tried to push John away. 

My efforts in pushing John off me were met with some reluctance and although John did not climb off me, he did stop what he was doing. He turned his head to the side and rested it on my chest. I stroked his hair gently as we both tried to regain our composure. We laid there for some time until John finally moved. He shifted his weight and managed to push himself off, ending up at the other end of the couch. I pulled myself into a sitting position and I could feel myself blushing.

"I knew you felt something." John smiled. "And this just confirmed it." 

I couldn't bare to look at John. I put my hands over my face and started shaking my head side to side. I heard a faint chuckle from John before I felt his hands take hold of mine and move them away from my face. 

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about, luv." He said sweetly. 

"John...this should never have happened." I said meekly. 

"Emma...I feel something for you and I know you do for me...it was only natural for this to have happened." 

"No...you're married and I'm..." I said trailing off. 

I wanted to tell John that I wasn't Emma...but I just couldn't. I was afraid of what he'd do or say. What he'd think of me for having lied to him. 

"What I have with Cynthia...that's hardly a marriage."

"It doesn't matter...she's still your wife." I said starting to get a little panicky. I ran my hands through my hair, the first sign that I was starting to get anxious. 

"Hey...look at me..." John said taking hold of my hands now. His voice was firm, but gentle at the same time. 

"Emma...I'll handle Cynthia okay? Now that I know I'm not the only one who has these feelings, I'll take the necessary steps to take care of this."

"What do you mean? How are you going to handle this?" I asked.

"Don't you worry about it, luv. Cynthia is my problem...not yours."

I didn't tell John anything then, but in my mind I knew that Cynthia was just as much my problem as John's. I was messing with a married man which in turn was messing with his wife...his family. John had a son and I...I didn't want to be a home wrecker.

"John I can't do this...you have a family...a wife...a son....I can't do that to them...." I said flustered. 

"Calm down luv. C'mon....come 'ere." John said stretching out his arms. I crawled over to him and rested my head against his chest. He enveloped me in his arms and I let him. 

"This really got to you, didn't it?" He asked after a minute or so. 

"Yes." I said softly. 

"Emma...I don't know what it is...I didn't intend to have these feelings for you, but they just started developing. I mean I always had a bit of an attraction to you since we met, but since spending more time together the past few months....I've gotten to know more about you...and it just went from a simple attraction to caring about you and to having strong feelings for you." 

I didn't say anything. Every time he said Emma's name, it felt like a stab in my chest. The idea that he had always been attracted to Emma since the start made things worse because it meant that I didn't know when these feelings for "Emma" had begun. They could have started long before I had shown up.

"But now that I know you're not indifferent..." John continued. 

"John...this can't go on....we can't do this." I said as I looked up at him. 

He stared at me for a few seconds before his lips pressed against mine once again. 

I tried to resist by putting my hands on his chest. 

"John...no...we can't." I said between kisses. 

John pulled away. "I just want to kiss you...I promise I won't do anything more...I just want to kiss you." He said softly as he started leaning in. "I...just ...want to kiss you." 

John's kiss was so soft and delicate I couldn't believe it had come from the same person that just minutes ago had been passionately attacking me with those same lips. 

All reason flew out the window at that point. It had been over 7 years since I had kissed any guy other than Nick and having John Lennon be that man was kind of an amazing thing. John kept his promise, we didn't do anything but kiss and truth be told, it was very fun to simply make out. It had been years since a make out session had ended as that...usually making out with Nick led to foreplay and then to us in bed making love. However, this was different...making out with John that night made me feel like I was in my teens again...on a date...in the back of the movie theatre or in the back of a car. I never would have guessed I would have been able to control myself, but the fact that John seemed to be in control of his hormones was all I needed. 

The next morning I woke up to the sound of John's alarm going off in his room. I opened my eyes to find John and I laying on the living room floor. John was sprawled on his back while I was snuggled up against him. I moved away slowly only to feel the soreness that is caused to a body by sleeping on a hard floor all night. From the looks of it, John wasn't doing much better. 

"Mornin' luv." He said as he started to get up. 

"Good morning." I said as I sat up. John walked over to to the room, rubbing his lower back while he went to turn off the alarm. 

I stretched and yawn and soon enough I heard the alarm turn off. John came out of the room and leaned against the door frame. 

"So are you sure you want to come with me so early?" John smiled.

"What time is it?" 

"8:15."

"Do I have time to take a shower?" I asked. 

"A quick one-yes." 

"I'll only be a sec." I said as I got up and headed to the bathroom. "Don't leave without me!" I yelled through the door as I turned on the shower. 

I was ready in record time. I slipped on a pair of jeans and a plain blue T-shirt and pulled my hair up into a loose ponytail.

I stumbled into the living room as I finished putting on my shoe. "I'm ready." 

John was sitting on the couch and smiled as he saw me walk in. 

"Well aren't you a looker." he winked. 

"Don't tease John. A girl can only do so much in 15 minutes." 

"I wasn't teasing luv...you look great. C'mon...let's get going."

John and I had always walked through the streets of Almeria, but I didn't realize that the set was driving distance from his apartment. 

"You didn't!" I laughed. 

"C'mon...get in or we'll be late." John said as he opened the door to the car. 

I stepped inside John's black Rolls Royce. The windows were blacked out and you couldn't see anything from the outside in. 

"Good morning." I said to our driver. 

"Good morning miss." He responded.

"So what's all this? What's your Rolls Royce doing in Spain?" I questioned John when he opened the door on the other side and got in. 

"Well it's my home away from home. You can practically live in here." He smiled. "Let me show you....I ordered the radio phone last December and I recently installed an amazing sound system...interior and exterior. "

"Exterior?" I inquired. 

"I'll show you that later." He laughed. 

"I also got this TV set put in and just in case you're hungry or thirsty...feel free." John continued as he opened a small door. 

"A portable refrigerator?" I raised an eyebrow. 

John nodded excitedly. It was obvious he was delighted about his toy and he wanted to show me all its features. 

"I'm impressed." I said. 

"One last thing..." John started as he reached over and pulled a hidden lever on the side. He pushed a bit and the rear seat converted into a double bed.

"Wow...this is a home away from home!" 

"I told ya!" John boasted.

I loved seeing John happy. You could see his eyes twinkle as he explained the details of the sound system he had gotten installed. Apparently the special sound system included a microphone and a mounted loud speaker or "loud hailer" as John liked to refer to it. He told me once we got to the set, he'd show me how it worked. 

Sure enough when we neared the set, John got on the microphone and seconds later I heard his voice echoing through the air. 

"Mornin' lads...I hope you're ready for today's main attraction...I brought along the lovely Miss Emma...so you best be on your best behavior fellas!" 

"Stop it John!" I playfully slapped his arm.

John laughed. "C'mon...let's go get some breakfast." He said once the car had come to a complete stop. 

I recognized a lot of the faces from the parties at the apartment, but there were quite a bit of people I had yet to meet. We waved to Richard Lester and Michael Crawford who were talking over tea. 

John and I got in line with the rest of the cast . We made small talk with them while we waited. They mostly talked about the scenes that were to be filmed that day. Once we reached the front of the line, John looked over the selection of sandwiches and took a moment to make a choice. 

"Sorry Mr. Lennon...your heart's desire went fast this morning." A young boy, who apparently knew John's preference in sandwiches very well, said to him as he handed him a cup of tea.

"That's alright son...you don't have to be a star to get a cheese sandwich...you just have to be first." John replied as he chose his sandwich.

I smiled when I heard him say that. That was something that I admired about John. Despite the extraordinary fame he had, he was still normal...natural. He wasn't arrogant or expected special treatment just because he was a Beatle. He stood in line like everyone else and never acted pretentious.

I thanked the boy as he handed me my cup of tea and followed John. 

"You're not eating luv?" he asked when he saw me with just my cup of tea. 

"I'm not hungry." I answered as I took a sip of my drink. 

"Well if you do get hungry during shooting, just head over to the car...I have a stash of goodies in there." He said. " Just ask Arthur where they are..." 

"Thanks." 

Once filming started I realized just how tedious and time consuming making a film was. The same scene was shot over and over again and although I enjoyed being on set, after the first couple of hours, I was already exhausted....and I wasn't even acting! Truth be told it was probably a combination of the heat, the lack of sleep and the hunger that was slowly creeping in. I started regretting not grabbing a sandwich this morning when I had the chance. John was filming a scene a bit far from where I was so I headed back to the car. Arthur was nearby sharing a smoke with one of the cast members and he unlocked the car for me to get in. Before I could ask him about the "goodies" John had mentioned, Arthur had already walked back to his smoking buddy. I felt bad going back and asking for his help, so I decided to look for them myself. 

I looked in the refrigerator but only found a few bottles of water and some cokes. I gladly took a bottle of water and continued on my search. I looked around the car until I finally spotted a few items I recognized sitting in the front seat. There were a few candy bars, some peanuts and cashews, a bag of pistachios and a few bags of chips. I sighed in defeat as I looked down at the stash of junk food John had in his car. This was not exactly what I had in mind when I thought of food but my hunger was so much that I decided it would have to do. I opened the bag of pistachios and turned on the television. I had never seen a television set in a car before and I half expected it not to even turn on, but I got a clear picture and tuned in to a news channel. This time I was spending in Spain was doing wonders for my Spanish. I listened intently trying to understand what the reporters were saying. After the news, I switched off the set and was curious to see if John had anything other than the bags of snacks I had found. I don't know what I was expecting, I mean it wasn't like his car had a full kitchen in it, but the pistachios just weren't quite that filling. I poked my hand around underneath the seat and felt a plastic bag. I pulled it out and looked at it. I immediately realized it was pot. I put my hand under the car seat again and felt around some more. I encountered another plastic bag, but this time there was a small bottle with no label and an eye dropper. I stared at it for a minute or so until I unscrewed the top to smell it, but the liquid was odorless. I was putting back the bottle into its bag, when I felt the door behind me open. I turned only to see John stepping into the car. He looked at me with the label less bottle in my hand and quickly shut the door. 

"Well that wasn't exactly the stash of goodies I had in mind, luv." He smiled. 

I turned to face him. 

"John, I know this is pot..." I said pointing to the bag that was on the car seat. "But what is this?" I asked curiously lifting the bottle. 

"It's Acid Emma." He said as he took the bottle from my hand. 

I was vaguely familiar with the term, having heard it mentioned before. 

"You mean LSD?" I asked a bit shocked. 

"Yes." 

"A-And you take it?" 

"Sometimes. I've taken a few trips on it." John responded. 

I didn't know what to think. I knew John and the others smoked pot, but I wasn't aware that they were into anything harder than that. John looked at me expecting me to say something...but I didn't. I just stared at him. 

"What are you thinking?" John finally spoke. 

"Ummm...I don't really know what to think actually...I just...didn't know you were into that kind of thing." I responded truthfully. 

"Well don't look so worried about it Emma...one little drop of this and you'll feel elated."

"Sorry...I wasn't judging you or anything...I just wasn't aware that you used LSD, that's all." I said giving him a small smile. 

"Well you're not aware of a lot of things, apparently." John said putting the bottle back in the bag and setting it under the seat where I had found it. He leaned over to me and got inches from my face. 

"I mean apparently you're not aware that the reason I came looking for you was not to talk about my drug habits, but to do this..." and with that John kissed me. I could feel his hands around my waist. "...and this." John continued as he moved his hands under my shirt. I felt drawn into John. My response to his touch was immediate. I kissed him back and wrapped my arms around him. As we continued kissing, our desire for each other grew. John pushed himself against me until we found ourselves on the now converted double bed. His lips moved from my mouth to my neck and I sensed his frustration at having encountered my shirt. He separated long enough to try and pull the shirt off, but I hesitated. 

"John...no...what if Arthur comes back."

"I took care of that." John said as he tugged on my shirt. 

It was the first time I had allowed John to remove any piece of clothing and he marveled at his success. This time he didn't go back to kissing me; instead he began to trace his finger down my ribcage and then made small figure eights across my stomach. He then moved up and just grazed my left breast as his fingers started to slide my bra strap down my shoulder. I regretted not having worn a sexier bra for the occasion, but that didn't seem to matter to John. He smiled as he went to the other side and slid that strap down as well. 

Suddenly we heard a faint tap on the window and the voice of a man calling out loudly. 

"John...Dick is looking for you...he's ready for your scene." 

It was apparent John was frustrated with the interruption, but I quickly started fishing around for my shirt. 

"I'll be out in a minute!" John yelled back. 

As I put on my shirt. John smoothed himself out. He leaned in for a quick kiss. 

As he opened the car door, he turned back around, "Sorry luv, we'll have to finish this later." 

And with that I was alone again.