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Alone I Clench My Gun; James/Fran meet and date: 1989-1996
Topic Started: October 31, 2010, 1:19 am (8,140 Views)
xlau05
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Im hooked and.. I want more! :biggrin
I hope that James won't mess around other girls :ugh:

thanks for updating :heart:
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xlau05
January 26, 2011, 10:59 pm
Im hooked and.. I want more! :biggrin
I hope that James won't mess around other girls :ugh:

thanks for updating :heart:
Of course he will! He's James! :rolleyes:

Sorry about the delay in updating, I've been on holiday. :wavey
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Damn woman, one day you kill me with your stories! :o
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4everJamie
January 27, 2011, 5:21 am
Damn woman, one day you kill me with your stories! :o
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:lol: :lol:

Glad you liked it! I'll update this story again soon. :biggrin :wavey
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Scorpion Flower
January 27, 2011, 7:27 am
Glad you updated this:)

Let's see how this evolves now. :biggrin
Thank you!!! :heart:
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I love this story!
The smut scenes are SO hot. :drool :drool :drool
Update soon! You're a fantastic writer! :heart:
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Thank you!

I'll have to put my writing cap back on and think about an update! :D

:wavey
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kirks_wife
February 14, 2011, 3:08 am
I'll have to put my writing cap back on and think about an update! :D

:wavey
Here Posted Image you can have mine if it helps
writing a new update to this story :biggrin :wink
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4everJamie
February 14, 2011, 6:55 am
kirks_wife
February 14, 2011, 3:08 am
I'll have to put my writing cap back on and think about an update! :D

:wavey
Here Posted Image you can have mine if it helps
writing a new update to this story :biggrin :wink
Hahaha! Thanks! *takes hat*

Okay, I'll try and write something today :wavey
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Here you go, an update! :D

The following weekend was a party at James’ apartment and Francesca was holding onto to her boyfriend’s arm in earnest. There were more than 30 girls crammed into his small lounge, and he was eyeing them all in turn. Lars had brought nearly a dozen girls with him, Kirk had arrived with only his wife, and Jason had apparently not been invited. Zakk Wylde had also been followed in the front door by a stream of eager young girls. James had finally found an excuse to wriggle free from Francesca’s grip.

‘Baby, I’ve gotta go for a piss’ he explained apologetically. She bought it from his soft blue eyes, and her hand let him go. She watched him turn right up the stairs and into the bathroom. She smiled as she heard the door shut behind him with a click: he was being honest with her after all. Although she had missed a vital clue: it had been Lars who had invited her to the gathering and not James. Lars’ girlfriend however, was nowhere to be seen. Instead., he juggled four blondes: two in his lap, and two on the floor, all keenly hanging onto his every word.

Across the room, Kirk looked sullen. Rebecca’s arms were crossed and plain annoyance was written on her face. Kirk’s hands were nowhere on her body, his eyes were elsewhere taking in the beauties in the room.

After ten minutes Francesca noticed he had not reappeared. She cast her eyes up the stairs, perhaps he was chatting in the stairway. Girls stood in a que for the bathroom, so he was still in there, she thought. Two girls emerged, straightening their clothes: one tugged her jacket to her waist, the other smoothed her dress down her legs. Another girl entered, and Francesca’s mind clicked into reality. He was in the bathroom alright...

She pushed through the crowd with a scowl on her face and climbed the stairs, ignoring the annoyed calls from the waiting line of girls, eager for their turn with James. She was both furious and pleased to find the door was unlocked, and she swung it open with full force.

Inside, James had with him a dark curly-haired girl, the same Francesca had seen enter just a minute earlier. She was sitting on the white vanity, her legs wrapped around James’ hips and her black leather dress scrunched around her waist. James’ torso was pushing her legs eagerly apart, he was fucking her hard and fast, muffling her screams with his mouth. With his back to the door, James first noticed the gasp on the face of his lover. He turned to see his girlfriend standing in the doorway, her arms folded, her face furious and red.

‘James! You promised!’ her face burst quickly into tears. She was upset beyond belief...the first man she had trusted had betrayed her. The curly-haired girl left quickly, covering her face. The two of them were left in together in the bathroom; James was as drunk as she’d ever seen him. His face was barely cogent, he pulled his jeans roughly to his waist in success, re-zipping and buckling himself back into his black jeans, his long blonde hair was a messy mane across his face. He wasn’t taking in the seriousness of the situation, in fact, there was a guilty smirk forming across his mug.

‘Baby, baby!’ he walked towards her with her hands open in apology.

‘Don’t “Baby” me!’ she screamed. ‘I can’t believe this!’ her tears fell fast, regretting the decisions she’d made to trust him.

‘James, I knew you were a cheat! I’m such an idiot!’

His sorry hands had made to reach for her, but before he could, she turned and left, and her blonde hair disappearing out the bathroom door was the last he saw of her.
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February 14, 2011, 7:13 pm
James... :angry Bad boy!!! :angry :angry
:nanner: Just how we like him! :drool
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an updateeee :nanner:


Jamesssss :angry :angry :angry poor Francesca :ugh:

more :biggrin
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February 14, 2011, 9:17 pm
an updateeee :nanner:


Jamesssss :angry :angry :angry poor Francesca :ugh:

more :biggrin
A long update coming in just a minute... :wavey
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April 14th 1990

After two rebound boyfriends, Francesca felt no better for the four months she’d spent apart from James. The night after she’d caught him, he’d spent the night parked outside her house, sitting on the bonnet of his brown 78' Valliant, drinking a case of beer and calling her name every time he caught her figure passing by the open window. Finally, at 2am at the sight of Mr Tomasi, James lept from the bonnet and sped quickly off. He had no intentions of meeting her angry father. But since then, he had not returned.

Having other men in her bed had not worked as the analgesic she had hoped for. He only wants a slut!!!, she wrote vehemently in her diary. That afternoon, she allowed another man she barely knew to take her home. This time, he called her the names she’d heard James call the other girls.....You beautiful little whore, I bet you like that don’t you? Tell me you like it when I fuck you hard, huh? You dirty little slut...

She’d gone along with it, going home with a stranger, thinking it was what she wanted. But when this guy spoke to her like that, she was back in that bathroom, with those easy girls all over James, and he was growling like he wanted them more than he wanted her. And afterwards, he hadn’t even taken her home. Francesca stood at the bus stop in the rain, her leather purse tucked protectively under her arm, thinking of James’ brown Valliant coming around the corner to pick her up.

When she finally arrived home late that night at 11pm, her father met her at the door with a foul expression on his face.

‘He’s here’ he growled ‘and he wants to talk to you’ Mr Tomasi pointed inside to the lounge where James sat in utter terror with both his hands dug deep in his pockets. Francesca thought of the courage it must have taken him to knock on the door and be greeted by her father. James’ face turned white when he saw her. James made to stand, but Mr Tomasi sat, so he followed suit. Perhaps they would not be getting the privacy with Francesca that he wanted after all.

She sat, still wearing the miserable look on her face from the lonely bus ride home. Her hair was wet and straggled, and her dress was soaked through, her boots squelched as she walked to join her father on the couch. James was faced two against one: it was not the position he had imagined. There was a palpable silence as he made the courage to speak. Francesca wondered just how long he’d been waiting for, and how much her father had pressed him on what he’d done for his daughter to break-up with him. James began with a sharp pain in his chest.

‘Francesca, I’m very sorry’ he admitted quietly. ‘I didn’t mean to hurt you, I just want to see you. I understand if you don’t want to be my girlfriend anymore...’he trailed off. It hadn’t exactly been what he meant, the words he wanted to say weren’t forming correctly. Mr Tomasi however, seemed happily pacified that James might not step foot in his house again. His daughter had still not spoken, so he stayed seated protectively by her side. James realised so far his words weren’t appealing to her, instead, he broached Mr Tomasi.

‘Sir, if you would give me another chance to date your daughter, I promise that I will treat her with respect’ James’ heart tightened once more as Mr Tomasi shook his head. It was the reality of the rejection which pained him.

‘It’s not me you have to ask’ he replied with a serious tone. Mr Tomasi turned to his daughter, Francesca’s eyes were now in contact with James, and he saw the tears well in her eyes. He stood to leave the room, he had mediated as much of his daughter’s conversation with James as he could. When her father shut the lounge door behind him, she stood immediately and clambered into James’ arms. She’d not wanted to throw herself at him, but she couldn’t hide how much she had missed him. He kissed her openly, his hands settling on her wet clothes.

‘You’re soaked!’ he breathed. Her dress was stuck to her skin and her wet hair was slicked to her face.

‘I want to talk to you James, but I need to shower first’ she explained. He nodded quietly watching her stand from his lap. His groin ached with the hopeful pleasure of her sitting in his lap again.

‘You can wait for me in my bedroom’ she smiled and his chest fluttered excitedly. He followed her diligently and she made for the shower, while James sat on her bed taking in the walls of her bedroom alone. His hand smoothed the white pillowcase on her bed, it was smooth, soft and feminine and smelt like her. He took in the paintings on her wall, and admired the stack of Rolling Stone magazines on her bookshelf. The second was a Metalhammer, with an image of his own face on the cover looking back at him. He smiled, so she had missed him after all. He decided at his own amusement, that he would read about himself, he flicked past a poster of Lars with spaghetti hanging out his nose, he skimmed the next page too, knowing there would be the same image of Cliff.

He shut the magazine and stood to relieve himself of the cramp in his jeans. He had seen her soft white bra hanging from the wardrobe handle. He pulled her bedroom curtains to shut out the light, and stroked the bra with the back of his hand. He thought of her beautiful tits, remembering the smooth fullness of her chest. Before he could take the bra from the wardrobe handle, the bedroom doorknob turned, and Francesca stepped in wrapped only in a thick white towel and a wide smile. She locked the door behind her with a defiant click.
James noticed her long tanned legs under the towel. Her hair was still quite as wet as before, this time from the shower. She did exactly as he was wanting, and peeled open the towel to reveal her naked body to him. James’ feet were momentarily stuck to the floor across the room, until she crawled across the bed on her knees and he joined her earnestly, unbuckling himself in a hurry of nerves.

‘Oh my God darling, I thought I’d never see you again’ he kissed. She’d rolled suggestively to her back and his hands smoothed her breasts just as he’d been imagining them minutes earlier. His eyes took in the beautiful sight of her willing naked body underneath him, following her curves to her navel and back again to her eyes. He paused with all the meaning he felt in his heart.

‘I love you’ he breathed. He surprised himself with his bravery. She smiled at his words, her legs opening around his middle. He moved forward onto her and kissed her again while her hands searched his strong back.

‘James, I want to be with you’ she replied honestly, taken back by his confession. She wanted to say the same, but she was lost for words with him motioning on top of her wanting more. His belt dug into her and he removed it with a kind apology. He rolled to his back to pull his jeans down his legs, and tugged his Motorhead t-shirt over his shoulders. He flung Lemmy in a messy pile on the floor.

He returned his attention to her, sucking at her neck, and curling her legs around his hips.

‘Baby I’ve missed you so much’ he kissed. His mouth was sincere and loving. ‘I’ve thought of you every day’ he admitted. He had only just saved himself from saying ‘every night’.

‘I have too, James’ she smiled. His back arched and she felt his hard dick rubbing her groin for permission. He took her mouth again with a deep breath, and with her acceptance he entered her lovingly, remembering the feeling of the kind woman who had looked after him on the Justice tour, and taken the time to share herself with him.

She moaned gently into his mouth and her hands smoothed his back, his rhythm this time was slow and loving, he knew he wanted to show her she was different to all the other girls. A few minutes more, and his chest was panting hard, he fucked her with meaning, he wanted her, he was genuinely turned on by her beauty and her willingness. He moved off her, wanting to turn her over, but she silently pinned him onto his back, and straddled him, pleased at the broadening smile on his face. She rode him expertly, and James moaned openly, her strength surprised him. Her hand covered his mouth.

‘Shhh, my dad will hear us!’ she urged. James wondered where she had learnt to writhe in his lap like that. Perhaps he had been niave to think she hadn’t had other boyfriends since they’d been apart.

He held onto her waist, watching her chest bounce rhythmically. His mind was overcome with pleasure and he felt himself building fast.

‘Baby I wanna come!’ he moaned. She ground him harder bringing James closer than she ever had before. He sat forward in surprise.

‘Baby! Keep riding me!’ he begged, panting. He held her in his lap, their chests rubbing together, he encouraged her.

‘Oh my God, yes!’ he moaned. His head tipped back and his eyes closed, his mouth was cocked open. His hips bucked hopefully into her. After a few seconds more, his focus returned to her.

‘Darling that was amazing!’ he panted. He held her still in his lap. He watched her body gasp and catch breath with him. He stroked her wet hair from her chest and kissed her sweet neck.

Their reunion was even better than he could have hoped for.
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As I can see that writing cap worked pretty good :biggrin

I like Fran´s dad and the fact that James feels uncomfortable in his presence...that´s so funny :lol:
Their reunion? Well...you know that I loved that :drool :drool :wink
But I guess it was a little to easy for James to win her over again - BUT who can blame Fran :rolleyes: I couldn´t have resisted either :lol:

:tu: can´t wait for more :D
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