[Right, you have to imagine that you're at University
(back in the days when Nicky and Richey were) and that you're Richey's flatmate.
Although you're very close, the two of you are only friends. However, you're mad
about his friend, James, and Richey knows this. Also, Richey knows that James is
mad about you but the two of you are too shy to actually admit it to one
another, so you're not sure where you stand with each other].
You've been going out with James for the
past two months. For the past year you've both been lusting after one another
secretly, but it wasn't until Richey deliberately blurted it all out that James
found out how you felt about him, and you found out how James felt about you.
You'd just been to a party and were walking back to your flat with Richey when
it happened. Richey noticed the way James kept glancing at you and the way you
flirted back. Suddenly he just stopped, grinned and then said, "Will you
two just sleep together for God's sake!" You blushed immediately, feeling
embarrassed. "Richey!" you shrieked, but before you could say anything
else he cuts in. "Right, let's just get this out in the open once and for
all. You fancy him" Richey says, nodding towards James, "and he's
fancied you for ages". James shot Richey a look that was a mixture of I'm
going to kill you now and absolute joy at what he'd just heard about you. The
two of you stood there, not quite sure what to say next, but it was Richey who
broke the ice. Walking ahead of you both, he turned round and grinned,
"I'll meet you back at the flat when you've both sorted it out". With
that he turned and carried on down the street towards your flat, leaving just
you and James. And that's kind of how you'd ended up together, his lips on
yours, kissing you passionately in the middle of the street. Nerves mixed with
desire. You'd seen James with other girls throughout the year, and knew that he
had a reputation as a bit of a ladies man. You, yourself, were still a virgin,
and you were quite nervous that James would want sex immediately. But he was
completely different with you than he had been with all the other girls at
University. Maybe it was because you'd been friends for such a long time that he
somehow respected you more. You didn't know. All that you did know was that he
was being very gentle with you and wasn't trying to rush you into to anything
you weren't ready for. In fact, he was kind of over-protective of you, almost
like a brother, and never tried to force you to do anything more than kiss for
the first month or so. You were just beginning to wonder whether he would ever
try and make a move when you found yourself in a very passionate fumble with him
in the back of his car one night. (If this were a film then Tina Turner's
'Steamy Windows' would now be playing in the background!) Sitting on his lap,
kissing madly, James slowly started to glide his hand up the inside of your
thigh. Reaching your knickers, his fingers paused and he looked at you, as
though asking permission. Silently you nodded your head, knowing full well from
the hard bulge beneath you that all he really wanted to do was rip your knickers
down and screw you then and there. However, he was being really sweet and
holding back, knowing how nervous you were. Gently he slipped his fingers inside
your knickers and you moaned softly as he stroked you. Breathing sexily into
your ear, his hot breath making shivers run up and down your spine, he
whispered, "Just relax, baby". Then, his eyes burning into yours, he
carefully started to probe with one finger at your opening. Kissing you softly
on the lips his finger then slid inside of you and you gasped in his mouth.
Taking your hand he moved it down to his flies. Again, as though asking your
permission, his eyes searched yours, questioningly, before you felt his soft
bare skin, burning in your hand. For a while longer you continued like this but
then you suddenly panicked and pulled away from him, muttering "No, sorry,
not like this, not here". For a moment you thought James would lose his
temper, call you frigid or something like that, but instead he gently took you
into his arms, kissing you, whispering, "It's alright, baby. There's no
rush". Before you could speak James added, "I want it to be special,
too".
And so, you still hadn't slept together a few weeks later when you found
James waiting for you after your History and Politics lecture. He grinned when
he saw you and beckoned you over. "Martin's arranged this party at this
hotel in London at the weekend", he explains, "do you want to
come?" James takes your hand and gently squeezes it, looking you deep in
the eyes. In an instant you know what's not being said. This is the weekend he
actually wants to sleep with you, and for the first time in your relationship
you actually feel ready. "Sure", you just smile, kissing him. As you
walk into the hotel you immediately spot James. He's busy being introduced to
some record company executive from Sony, but the moment his eyes meet yours he
grins cheekily and then spends the next hour glancing over at you every now and
then, silently undressing you with his eyes. Nervous, you decide to grab a quick
drink to try and help you relax. Richey comes and joins you at the bar and you
spend the next hour deep in conversation - so much so that you almost forget
about James. It isn't until Richey mentions James that you suddenly remember
where you'll more than likely end up tonight in James' bed. Out of the blue
Richey suddenly whispers, "He thinks the world of you". And then,
before you can even reply, Richey adds softly, "He won't hurt you, he's not
like they make out, you know". Instantly you know Richey is referring to
James' reputation, and from the look in Richey's eyes you know he's telling the
truth. Suddenly though, Richey's facial expression changes from serious to more
playful, as he seems to spot someone over your shoulder. "Erm, I think
someone is waiting for you", he grins. You follow his gaze and meet James',
who is stood near the lift the other side of the room, watching you. With one
finger he beckons you over to him.
By the time you reach the lift you realise just how much you've had to
drink, and from the Whiskey on James' breath you guess you're not the only one.
His eyes burning into yours, he pulls you close, breathing in your ear, "Do
you want to go somewhere more quiet, baby?" But before you can answer, he's
pushing you gently into the lift. Once the doors close his lips are on yours,
and his fingers running through your hair. You hardly notice that the lift has
stopped until James is taking you by the hand and pulling you towards his hotel
room. The moment you're through the door he's gently pushed you up against the
wall, his hands moving down to your hips. This is it, you think to yourself
silently, still trying to keep as calm as possible (unlikely!) But at that very
moment, as James tries to pull you away from the wall, in his slightly drunken
state, and towards the bed, he walks into a nearby coffee table, whacking his
leg, and you stub your toe. You both cry out, not quite sure whether to laugh or
cry. You grab hold of each other in order to steady yourselves. His lips are
really close to yours. Suddenly he laughs, "I really don't want to do this
drunk" he grins, giving you that cute little-boy-lost look of his. You
silently breathe a sigh of relief, "Me neither" you whisper. He rests
his forehead on yours and you both look down at the floor. It's James who breaks
the awful silence. "I'm sorry I got so drunk, I was just… erm… kinda
like…" "Nervous?" you grin. James looks back up into your eyes
and then smiles softly, letting his lips brush yours, sending shivers through
your body. "Yeah", he whispers. "So am I", you confess.
James gives you that cheeky yeah, I know look and then kisses you on the lips.
"Will you still stay the night?" he whispers, looking into your eyes -
almost pleading. You nod, "But you're going to have to find me something to
wear", you laugh.
Half an hour later and you emerge from the bathroom wearing an old shirt
James has let you borrow. The bedroom is already in darkness and James in bed,
but as soon as you slide under the sheets, he snuggles up to you, sliding his
arms round your waist. Softly he kisses your neck before the two of you
blissfully fall asleep.
When you awake the next morning James is already up and you can hear him
clattering around in the bathroom. Approaching the bathroom door, you see James
is half-dressed and just finishing shaving. "What time do you have to be at
rehearsals?" you ask, not really paying attention to the fact that James is
half-naked. (Like, HELLO?) Only when James is half way through his reply does he
actually turn to look at you. "In about an hour and.." He suddenly
stops mid-sentence, seeing you stood there in little more than his shirt. The
sudden silence makes you focus and look up at James properly. He grins, letting
the razor drop into the sink. "But I can afford to be late", he
continues. Slowly, he starts walking towards you, running his eyes up and down
your body. "How late?" you tease, as he reaches you. This time when he
pushes you up against the wall he does so with such a force you know he'll not
let you leave the room until he's had his way with you. "Long enough to get
you in bed", he grins, kissing you passionately and exploring your mouth
with his tongue. You've never felt so turned on in the whole of your life.
Bringing his hands up the side of your thighs, he grabs hold of your knickers
and starts to rip them down. You moan at his forcefulness. "I think I've
waited long enough", he grins, "don't you? Now it's time for you to be
the good little girl". And with that he pushes himself hard up against your
pelvis. Kissing you urgently, he slides his hands round to your bum and lifts
you up. Automatically you wrap your legs around his waist and he carries you
back to the bed, collapsing on top of you. "Why the hell do you look so
damn good in that shirt?" he laughs, "It looks terrible on me!"
Then, running his hands all over your body, he moves his tongue down your body
pulling open the shirt you're wearing as he does so, sucking hard on your
nipples, which are already standing to attention. You moan gently but James
senses how shy you are. "Don't be embarrassed", he whispers softly in
your ear, giving you that cute little look (think 'Tolerate' video people, when
he looks straight at the camera). "You're beautiful", he continues.
Kissing you again, he suddenly pulls you up so that you're sat on his lap.
Running his fingers through your hair, awakening every nerve in your body, you
can feel his erection threw his boxers. Sliding the rest of the shirt over your
shoulders, so that it drops around your waist, he just as suddenly pushes you
back down onto the bed, forcing your legs wide apart. Despite being so turned
on, you're embarrassed to let James see you in this position, and he seems to
notice. He grins, and lets his fingers slip between your thighs. You gasp as he
touches you, his fingers hot. "Close your eyes", he whispers. You do
as he says but just before your eyes close you see James start to bend down, his
head heading between your legs. A second later you feel his tongue inside you
and you cry out in ecstasy. Slowly you start to relax, as James gets more and
more adventurous with his tongue. Just when you think it can't get any better
you then feel his fingers. Probing gently he finds your clit and squeezes it
softly between his fingers to the point that you think you're going to explode.
By now you're dying to feel him inside you - your nerves gradually slipping
away. Hearing your moans James moves his mouth further up your body, taking your
clit between his lips and gently sucking. A few minutes later and his lips are
back on yours and you're both urgently ripping James' boxers down. Guiding
himself slowly and carefully inside you, he never takes his eyes off yours,
holding your face with both his hands, your lips dangerously close. You moan
softly as he enters you, closing your eyes, feeling a slight sting. Immediately
he stops, worried that he's hurting you. "Are you alright, baby?" he
whispers, suddenly concerned. You nod and pull him back down to your lips,
giving him the go-ahead, and with one final thrust he's inside you, burning hot.
Slowly he starts to move his hips against yours, penetrating you deeper and
deeper with every movement. You gasp at his size but he continues to screw you
very gently, until you're almost begging him to f**k you harder. He holds off
until you're on the point of orgasm and only then does he allow himself to cum.
He buries his head into your neck, groaning and panting, as you grab at his
hair, which is now clinging to his neck. You cum a few seconds after James and
you both fall into a heap, kissing passionately. (Yes, I know James hates the
word but I don't!)
Before either of you can speak the phone suddenly rings and you both look
up. You both know it'll be Richey or Nicky asking where the hell James is.
Grinning, James reaches over and answers it. Instantly you know it must be
Richey because James is laughing and winking at you. Putting the receiver down
James smiles and says, "Richey says congratulations". You giggle.
"He's covering for us", James grins, "we've got another hour
before they need me". You pull him back down to you. "Thank you",
you whisper. James looks at you - not too sure what he's been thanked for.
"Thank you for not rushing me and making it special", you continue.
Almost on the point of blushing James grins and gives you that 'kinda like'
look, "I wouldn't have wanted it any other way". A moment later you're
in each other's arms again, kissing…