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Alone I Clench My Gun; James/Fran meet and date: 1989-1996
Topic Started: October 31, 2010, 1:19 am (8,136 Views)
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Justice Tour, Summer 89

On the dark tour bus Jason snored soundly. James’ eyes made out his friend’s silhouette on the bunk opposite, below them, Kirk’s body was curled into a tight sleeping ball. Lars’ arms pulled his chest tightly into Kirk’s back, and his knees spooned his friend’s body. James was quite sure all three of them were safely asleep. In his bunk bed opposite, James was sweaty under his only blanket. The summer night seemed to last forever. Even in the darkness it was still hot and humid. He attempted to slide the broken bus window open further hoping for more air, but it was jammed shut. Frustrated, he threw his blanket to the floor, and slumped back into his bed, annoyed and overheated. His hair was a tangled and sweaty mess, they’d not showered with girls after the show as normal. Instead, they’d been ushered straight to the bus for an overnight drive to the next gig.

He was pissed off, he’d seen a hot blonde in the front circle he’d have loved to shower with. ‘I should’ve just taken her back to the bus myself’ he thought. His foot kicked the wall in afterthought. ‘Should’ve fucking....damn it’ he moaned to himself.

The sweaty bus his only room for the night, and he was still suffering an urge to please himself. He turned his head once more to check on his bandmates. Lars’ hands were still comfortably smoothed around Kirk’s chest, and Jason’s sleeping face was turned away from him. He took it as sufficient privacy and reached with a satisfying urge inside his own cotton boxers. With no blanket to cover himself, his actions would be obvious and revealing if any of them woke.

He was pleased to find himself sweaty to his own touch. The thought momentarily of the girl from the audience..in a sea of people she’d lifted her shirt to him. Her tits had been hot and round and he enjoyed the memory as he felt himself warm in his hand.

His mind tested another scenario: their new wardrobe girl, Francesca. He loved her long blonde hair, her beautiful smooth round ass...just last week, he’d let her take all his clothes after the show. He’d stripped down to nothing and handed her his clothes offering her a view of himself, hard and excited. He wanted to tease her more than ever now he knew she was interested. He imagined fucking her, his hand pumped hard up and down his hard dick. In his mind, she was more fulfilling than any of the shower groupies. Her skin was a soft white, and he imagined her naked body fitting easily under his.

He was now too hard and erect to stay within his shorts. He pulled his boxers down his legs and enjoyed himself freely. His dick stood hard on its own, he tested himself shaking the tip hard inside his palm.

His mind was back to her: he imagined Francesca showering with him. Her long her wet hair stuck to her back, her chest slippery and shining. He was frustratingly hard and he wanted her against the shower wall. Is his mind she accepted, even though he knew in their world she would not...He made her submissive in his mind, all his for the taking. He imagined her dropping to her knees for him, the thought of his dick inside her warm mouth bringing him an early burst.

The bus turned, and Lars snored dangerously, close to waking. He turned his head quickly and shot a look of fear, hoping Lars had not woken. To his delight, he had not.

He moaned quietly to himself, enjoying an energetic build up. His chest raced, his stomach rolling as he imagined her riding him, taking control of him...
His hips spasmed and he projected warmly down his hand, he knew he was still seconds from bursting and he sunk back into his delicious thoughts once more.

‘James!’ she moaned for him in his mind, and the thought of her enjoying him took him over the edge.

His head bucked back, his mouth open in shuddering joy, he pulled himself roughly towards his chest, enjoying his sweaty, wet rush with himself. He was sticky and warm across his own chest, and his chest slowed, his heart and his breath returning to their usual pace. Her body drove him crazy, he had to have her on the bus with him. He couldn’t keep himself from her anymore.

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HOT :drool :drool
More,please! :D :heart:
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elena
October 31, 2010, 3:33 am
HOT :drool :drool
More,please! :D :heart:
Sure! Maybe! :wink :lol: :heart:





.................... oh alright! :lol:
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October 31, 2010, 4:05 am
elena
October 31, 2010, 3:33 am
HOT :drool :drool
More,please! :D :heart:
Sure! Maybe! :wink :lol: :heart:





.................... oh alright! :lol:
Thank you! :heart:
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I want more! :biggrin
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October 31, 2010, 6:56 am
I want more! :biggrin
:biggrin :tu:
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Wow, that was one searing hot image in my mind... :drool :bed:
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October 31, 2010, 3:30 pm
Wow, that was one searing hot image in my mind... :drool :bed:
:biggrin :wavey Thanks Lori!

More coming soon! :heart:
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Francesca entered the band’s dressing room after the show with a laundry basket and each of them threw their smelly clothes towards her. It was the least glamorous part of being a wardrobe assistant. She turned to James who was still fully clothed. He cast her a teasing grin on his face and his hands settled persuasively on his belt buckle. His eyes flicked cheekily to her.

‘I should make you undress me’ he teased. Lars sniggered from across the dressing room, and Fran ignored James’ teasing tone, accepting his shirt from his shoulders. He unzipped his jeans, keeping his eyes straight to hers, and slid the black denim down his legs, depositing them in the basket too. Without the modesty of a towel, he slipped his boxers down his legs, stripping naked for her once more. This time she expected it and looked away.

‘Thanks’ she said in an annoyed and slightly embarrassed tone. She was stern and slightly matter-of-fact about her job. She turned and left the dressing room without another look at James.

‘Come have a drink with us?’ he called hopefully after her.
....

Francesca knocked carefully on the James’ hotel room door at 1am. She heard a group of loud, shouting voices and knew she had come to the right place. As usually, the party was in James’ room. His face was surprised when he opened the door, an empty bottle in his hands, and his long blonde hair messy and straggled down his bare chest.

‘Francesca!’ he said in surprise. ‘Come in!’

Inside, his room was a mess already. There were two separate beds in the room, he was sharing with Lars, who had four girls on his own the bed with him. James’ bed was home to an empty cardboard carton of beer, a portable stereo blaring out UFO, and a collection of tapes spread across his bed and onto the floor. Another 6 girls were crammed onto the balcony outside, smoking into the night air. It was a lot of people for such a small room. James made space for her to sit with him on his bed.

‘Thanks for coming’ he said, offering her the last beer they had.

‘Just in time!’ he joked. She took the beer from his hand and opened it easily with her palm. James was impressed.

They stood talking awkwardly for a while, her eyes focusing on Lars in the background, enjoying two girls on their knees sharing the pleasure of his body. James was clearly going to be next if she hadn’t just arrived. She wasn’t enjoying the pretence of the situation. The only place to sit was James’ bed, and she was the only girl in the room who wasn’t naked and desperate. She finished her beer and thanked him, leaving hastily. He joined her standing in the hallway for a minute.

‘Please...I’m sorry....don’t go’ he began. She surveyed him carefully with a short smile.

‘Oh I should go, really’ she said kindly. She looked over James’ shoulder to see Lars eagerly climbing into bed with a group of naked girls.

‘I didn’t invite you here so we could...’he couldn’t even say the obvious. Fran looked hesitant. She didn’t want to go back into their room with Lars so obviously fucking a group of girls.

‘Come back to my room for a bit?’ she offered. James’ face lit up.

Her room was quiet and tidy in comparison. Her bed was made and her things were lined carefully on the bedside table. They’d only been at the hotel for one night!
She turned on the radio to ease the tension, and he held her in his arms, her head resting on his shoulder.

‘Sorry if I was rude to you earlier’ James apologized. He knew undressing in front of her every other night was not the best idea to persuade her to like him. His mouth inhaled and tasted the skin of her sweet neck. To his delight, she allowed him. His tongued searched her jaw and hoped to be allowed near her mouth. He kissed her face softly, and she opened her lips to him. She was soft and beautiful, willing and nurturing. His chest sighed a happy breath of relief. Finally, he was alone with her; his fear of rejection had been proven false.

He wasn’t sure just how much of her he was allowed tonight. His hands curled around her waist, testing the bottom of her shirt finding bare skin. He didn’t want her to think she was just another cheap girl to him, but he wanted her so badly his hands shook nervously on her body. His mouth happily continued to kiss her eagerly while he planned his next move.
His mouth broke to speak to her with a panting breath.

‘Francesca?’ he asked gently. ‘Can I take this off?’ he asked, his hands tugging at her blue t-shirt. It was a soft blue and almost transparent. James had been eyeing her curves underneath since she arrived.

‘Yeah!’ she breathed a happy response lifting her arms approvingly. He slid her shirt over her head and took in the sight of her beautiful round breasts set in a white bra.

‘Oh my God’ he whispered out loud. She smiled, knowing she had him under her control. His mouth dipped to kiss her soft breasts, he couldn’t help himself. She held his head in her hands approvingly.

When he took a breath she broke free from him, taking his hand and leading him to her bed. His eyes widened in disbelief, he’d been sure she wouldn’t be up for anything tonight. He watched her naughty eyes smile at him in response as she lay, still in her jeans and bra on her bed, he was transfixed and unsure whether he was allowed to join her. He registered that he wanted to: his buckle felt suddenly heavy and tight around his waist. She patted the bed next to her.

‘James’ she whispered, and he lay willingly next to her, spooning her body. Her hair tangled in his face as he tried to kiss her again. His hands settled on her bare waist and he lay beside her, kissing her willingly once more. His hand smoothed the thigh of her jeans, letting her know he wanted her. Her hand joined his, guiding him to her stomach. His heart jumped a notch thinking she wanted his hand to explore her. His fingers teased the dome on her jeans, and wriggled under as far as they could feeling the fabric of her knickers. He wanted so much to unzip her jeans, but her hand on his held him still, stopping him from searching any further. He groaned a little in frustration; wriggling, his dick growing hard in his jeans from laying beside her.

‘You’re teasing me!’ he kissed, and she grinned.

‘Yes, I am’ she smiled wickedly. His hand tried her waistband again and she held it still once more.

‘You can stay, but you have to be good’ she explained. He was still fully clothed and desperate for her. He nodded, he would do whatever she said. She encouraged him to roll on top of her and he did, his strong arms arching over her. It was just how he imagined, she was slim and her skin was so smooth. He wanted to kiss every inch of her. His groin settled uncomfortably as he arched over her. Her hands guided his waist as he ground his hips gently between her open legs.

‘Oh my God darling’ he moaned into her mouth. His breath was racing fast and horny. Dry fucking her fully clothed was driving him crazy. She seemed to agree, and lifted his shirt over his head. She was surprised by just how strong and muscular he was up close. He somehow looked different to seeing him in the dressing room.

‘Can I at least take this off?’ he begged her, tugging at the elastic of her bra. She consented, leaning forward to slide it gently down her shoulders.

He took in the sight of her beautiful round breasts, naked in front of him, his mouth going straight for her nipple. They lay back on the bed together once more as he enjoyed her soft chest. He rolled her nipple in his mouth until it was hard, and teased her kissing down her stomach to her navel, hoping she would give in and allow him in below her waist. Her hand did not unbutton herself for him, instead, he continued kissing downwards, his mouth kissing the warm denim between her legs.

‘James!’ she squealed happily in protest. ‘Not tonight!’ she reinforced. His face returned to her mouth sadly.

‘Alright’ he said. He understood and he was disappointed.

He stood and opened the blankets and the two of them slid into the warm bed together, both still wearing their jeans. He would do anything to get her trust, if this was what she wanted tonight, then so be it. His arm settled kindly around her waist.

‘Goodnight then’ he kissed, and she smiled happily.
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Aw, James is being so sweet. :wub: I bet that's how he won her over in real life. :D
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November 1, 2010, 10:00 am
Aw, James is being so sweet. :wub: I bet that's how he won her over in real life. :D
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Great chapter :) James is such a dear :heart: :dance
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James was so gentle. :heart:
Thank you! :horns2
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Cute! Give us some more soon!
Thanks for the update!
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November 1, 2010, 4:41 pm
Cute! Give us some more soon!
Thanks for the update!
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Thanks for all your comments girls!

Yes, more very soon! Francesca's not gonna make it easy for him! :lol: :heart:
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