Lesson Number One (for Johnny)

John would have nodded if his neck wasn't in so much pain. "Ohh." He said. The medics brought John in the hospital, telling Nolee to wait in the waiting room. An hour later, John was back to normal, correcting the nerve in his neck, and they said Nolee could finally see John.

Nolee entered the room, smiling as she did. "Whats the damage, bud?"

John shrugged. "The nerve I pinched had a little spasm. It hurt, but they said I was good now, so long as I take the meds they gave me. I can wrestle." He said with a smile.

"Good!" Nolee smiled, "I was worried about you. You should check out wwe.com right about now..." she handed him his cell phone. "One of the two of us made the front page."

John smiled, seeing Nolee. "Good, your making a name for yourself..." He cut himself off, scrolling down to see a picture of him in a crushed mess. "Oh, that's not a pretty picture." He groaned. "Did anyone see me cry?" He asked nervously.

"Just me and I won't tell a soul," Nolee promised. "The one of me makes me look freakin' insane..."

John chuckled. "Oh, I've had worse pictures, trust me. you never wanna see pictures of me when I'm shitfaced." He chuckled.

Nolee laughed, "Probably not."

John nodded. "Well, U wann get out of here. The Docs cleared me to leave." he said, slipping out of bed, stretching his aching body. "Wanna drive me back to the hotel?"

Nolee laughed, 'Lets take a bus. I ain't got my car with me."

John wrinkled up his nose. "I don't take public buses. I'll call my tour bus." He chuckled and called his bus as they walked out of the hospital.

"Ain't nothin wrong with public buses." Nolee smiled. She ran a hand through her hair. "But you'll do what ya want I guess."

John glanced over at Nolee. "You don't like what I do, do you?" It was more of a statement than a question.

Nolee took a shaky breath, "It's not that I mind it. I just...I guess we were raised differently. I was the cherished little southern girl and you were raised in the city. Different morals for different regions I guess."

John raised a brow. "Being raised in the city has nothing to do with the way I am. I was just as protected as you were as a kid. My father treated me like a princess. I always knew I was gay, and so did my family. I am how I am, because I can. I like to have fun, and there's nothing wrong with that. At least that's what I think.

Nolee sighed, she hated confrontation. She was all to use to it when having to deal with Brian and dad. She was always the mediator. "I didn't mean to insult youu..."

John shook his head. "Its fine." He said, smiling softly and leading Nolee onto his luxurious tour bus.

Nolee smiled, "Nice place." She sat on the bench, removing the book she had been reading.

John smiled and laid down in the couch, snuggling with his fur blanket. "Thanks. You might have your own bus too someday." He chuckled.

Nolee smiled, "Maybe." there was a silence and she softly asked, "Can....can we go through lesson number one here or wait?"

John smirked. "We can do it here. Stand up." He instructed, glad Nolee was wearing a skirt. It would make things easier.

Nolee stood up, a bit shy. She didn't know what John was going to do so she didn't know what to expect.

John came up behind Nolee, pressing her close to his body. While being very gay, JOhn knew how to pleasure women. He was, after all, the expert in sex. "Relax..." He breath in her ear as his hands started to grop her body, going down to her thighs and riding up her skirt. One hand went to squeeze one of her breasts, the other taking Nolee's hand and placing it over her panty-clad crotch. John's hand placed over Nolee's, maneuvering her hand for her to pleasure herself.

A breath hitched in Nolee's throat and she let out a soft moan. The sensation of John groping her breast coupled with the sensation of her own hand rubbing herself through her black lacy panties was quite a feeling. She leaned back against Johnny, cursing the fact that he was gay.

John rubbed Nolee's hand against her crotch, feeling them get very wet. "Comebody's getting excited for the first time, huh?" He chuckled quietly. He controlled Nolee's fingers, letting her get used to the feeling of playing with herself, letting her feel how wet she got from the feelings.