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Alone I Clench My Gun; James/Fran meet and date: 1989-1996
Topic Started: October 31, 2010, 1:19 am (8,142 Views)
LittleVirus
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The story is so hot! :drool

I want more of this! :heart:
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LittleVirus
November 1, 2010, 10:24 pm
The story is so hot! :drool

I want more of this! :heart:
Thank you!! :D :wavey

And yes, there will be more up soon!
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November 2, 2010, 9:12 pm
LittleVirus
November 1, 2010, 10:24 pm
The story is so hot! :drool

I want more of this! :heart:
Thank you!! :D :wavey

And yes, there will be more up soon!
More?! Yay!! :nanner:

.. Damn that was seriously hot.
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In the morning when they woke, James found that she had wriggled out of her jeans overnight. He was sweating and hot having slept in his. Her long blonde hair was loose across the pillow, and her body was now nude--for all but a pair of tiny white knickers. His hand smoothed her bare stomach under the sheets.

‘Good morning’ he kissed softly. She noted the taste of beer was still heavy on his breath. His urge to roll onto her body was uncontrollable. She allowed him, feeling his bulging erection through the tight denim of his jeans. He pressed his groin against her and registered the soft smile on her face. He cast his eyes to the sight of her beautiful bare chest, reminding him of their evening the night before. She’d teased him wickedly, letting him slide his hand only a little way into her tightly domed jeans, but refused him from exploring any further. He kissed at her chest once more, his face smoothing her curves. He inhaled deeply and smiled a happy morning groan. Rolling off her to face her, his fingers looped hopefully around the thin white band of her g-string, hoping to tug them willingly down her smooth legs.

‘Please can I take these off, baby?’ he asked. He was achingly hard in his tight black jeans. She shook her head, knowing her refusal would kill him. His face begged her even more.

‘Please?” he kissed at her throat eagerly, but once more, she shook her head with a smile. Instead, she permitted him to rub her wet through the fabric of her knickers. When her breathing changed to soft gasps, he thought he had her. He rolled back on top of her, and once more, made his painful erection known. She seemed content to kiss, so he accepted her warm and horny mouth. No girl had ever resisted him before like this. Perhaps she didn’t like him after all, he thought.

‘Francesca don’t you want me?’ he asked before he could think. She smiled, amused by his naive suggestion.

‘Oh James, I like you very much’ she reassured him with a warm kiss.

Lars teased him wholeheartedly when he returned to their hotel room. His group of girls had already left when James returned.

‘How was she?’ Lars asked expectantly in a vulgar tone.

James avoided his question, and sat on his undisturbed bed in a huff, pulling his socks on roughly. Lars noticed James was still wearing the same jeans from yesterday, he didn’t look like he’d changed.

‘You didn’t fuck her?!’ Lars grinned. James scowled darkly.

‘I don’t wanna fuckin’ talk about it!’ he growled, and Lars sniggered audibly.
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Francesca is such a tease! :lol:
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November 7, 2010, 8:05 am
Francesca is such a tease! :lol:
She sure is! And she's gonna make him work for it! :nanner: :lol: :lol:
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Aw... poor frustrated James! :(
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Hahah! Poor James! :lol: Fran is such a proper lady!
..though I could never have resisted James like that.... :drool
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Francesca knocked carefully on the band’s dressing room door after the show offering them each a thick white towel. The room was a mess with their sweaty clothes, and she collected them all as usual into the laundry basket. Lars, Kirk and Jason took their towels first and headed to the showers. Already, Gio’s collection of girls were ready and waiting for them. James’ mind had been thinking of them, he could hear the hot water running onto the concrete floor in the shower room adjacent. Francesca had paused to wait with James as the others left the room. He dropped his jeans silently into her waiting arms. She held James’ towel to his chest with a pause.

‘Shower with me?’ his voice begged, although he didn’t want her to think he was. He looked towards a private shower cubicle away from the communal shower.

‘Okay’ she grinned, and his mouth panted energetically. He led her quietly to the shower, and the two of them stood close in the small shower cubicle.

He was already nude with just her towel around his waist. He hung his towel over the shower door showing her his naked body. She’d seen him naked before, but not naked for her, and not hard and excited. James eyed her with a grin, watching her lift her white t-shirt over her shoulders, and her long hair catch and then fall to her chest. He held his breath and she unhooked her bra loose, and her soft breasts were full and round for him. His mouth made straight for hers, and his hands smoothed her round chest. He panted into her mouth, and she accepted him back with excitement.

He wanted to loosen her jeans, but knew she was in charge. She unzipped herself slowly, hips lips still connected to hers, and she stood out of her jeans onto the concrete floor. James’ shaking hands, finally knowing the pleasure of her nudity, smoothed her knickers down her hips, and she stood naked with him. He took in the delight of her curvaceous form, sliding his hands gently around her waist, she followed him eagerly into the shower. James twisted both taps and the water ran hard down the tiled wall.

He backed her up against the wall quickly; his mind switching into overdrive as the water wet both their bodies. She moaned desperately for him as they kissed fast and urgently. His hand took her slim fingers to his aching groin, begging her to help him swell with pleasure. She tugged him willingly in her palm, and his hips rocked to the sensation.

‘Will you suck me off?’ he asked with a dirty scratch to his voice. She hesitated, but dropped to her knees. On the shower floor, she saw the dirt and realised the lingering smell was from the urinal nearby. It sickened her to think the purpose of the backstage shower room was to lure girls in for a quick after-show fuck. She knew she didn’t want to be one of those girls, and she had to make it clear to him. Confounding her thoughts, Lars’ groans were audible from the larger shower next to them.

‘No, James I’m sorry’ she stood before she had pleasured him. His face turned blank in confusion.

‘What? What’s wrong? Did I say something?’ he asked frantically. His mind was racing, panicking to keep her there. He couldn’t lose her now!

‘I’m sorry’ she said, stepping from the shower. She took the only clean towel she had given him and left him standing, his hands open in confusion.

‘Francesca!’ he called after her in frustration, but she did not return.




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LittleVirus
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Ow, that poor guy, I bet he's confused! :P
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I don't blame Fran for her actions, but I hope she plans on explaining herself. :blink:
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I can imagine how James feels,but I understand Francesca. :D
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November 9, 2010, 2:30 pm
I can imagine how James feels,but I understand Francesca. :D
Fran realised that a dirty backstage shower that smells like a urinal is not the place where she wants to have sex with James. :ugh:

More coming soon! :heart: :heart: :D
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Francesca was sorry she had run out on him, but she’d not so much as spoken to him since, and now, four days later, she sat reading on their tour bus. James sat opposite, his hands heavy and distracted under the blanket, watching her pale face read, then glancing quickly away when her eyes left the page to check his expression. He wasn’t even sure she was reading. It was late at night and he wondered how she could read with such little light anyway. He stood and walked across the aisle of the moving bus to sit with her, and she looked up from her book. He noticed on closer inspection, that it wasn’t a book at all, but rather a hand-written diary.

At first he didn’t say anything but looked hopefully into her blue eyes, willing her to speak first. She knew she owed him an explanation, and she set down her diary to face him.

‘I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression, James’ she began. His heart sunk. His mind jumped to conclusions: she didn’t like him after all! His worst suspicions were right.
His hand had been about to settle gently on her thigh to remind her of his intentions, but he thought better of it and held back.

‘I don’t wanna just have sex for the sake of it’ she said matter-of-factly. James’ face screwed up into confusion, it was clear he didn’t understand.

‘I didn’t mean to force you, I thought you wanted to?’ his said meekly. His voice wobbled and stopped short, clearing his throat loudly before he showed any more of his emotion. Fran knew he did that a lot when he was nervous.

‘That’s not what I mean...’ she began. James’ face dropped to her shoulder, wanting to kiss her mouth. He wasn’t explaining himself well, and he just wanted to show her what he meant. His lips took hers and he kissed her eagerly again for a few long seconds. She was soft and beautiful, and the fragrance of her skin was all he wanted, he wanted to devour her right there.

‘Please darling, you won’t be sorry’ he begged between breaths, kissing her eagerly again. This time his hand smoothed her thigh open under her skirt. His fingers teased her panties and she jumped a little, surprised at his touch. For a second, a thought crossed his mind. She was afraid of his touch, and wanting to savour the moment.

‘Are you a virgin?’ he asked carefully, but as soon as he spoke he wished he hadn’t.

‘No!’ she squeaked, her voice rising above the silence of the travelling bus. The other occupants, all but the driver, were asleep.

‘Sorry, sorry’ he apologised. His face returned to hers, to stroke her into submission. His fingers smoothed her crotch underneath her skirt.

‘I bet your pussy is beautiful and wet’ he kissed softly into her ear. She broke away from his touch and stood gruffly.

‘James, Goodnight’ she growled firmly. She pushed past him in annoyance, heading to bed at the back of the bus. James exhaled loudly in annoyance. He had tried to take it slowly, tried to turn her on, tried to tell her how he felt, that he was sorry, even though he didn’t understand why she’d run from the shower in the first place. He didn’t know what he’d done. He sat for half an hour up the front of the bus by himself thinking furiously before deciding to head to bed himself.

Approaching his bunk, he saw her long blonde hair on his pillow. His bed was the most comfortable on the bus. The only place left to sleep was on the hard floor, and he didn’t fancy that.

‘Darling, you’re in my bed’ he whispered, not knowing if she was asleep. Her face was turned away from him.

‘I know’ she replied softly.

She rolled over in bed to face him; a wide smile brimming across her face. She had clearly been waiting for him. She peeled back the blankets wordlessly and James climbed eagerly into bed with her.
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I just caught up :D wonderful update, as usual.
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