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| L.A Connection; Part 4: Sequel to A London Extra. Ray, Hannah,James, Lemmy Kilmister,Castor, Lilly, Francesca and Cali | |
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| Deleted User | July 1, 2012, 5:23 am Post #16 |
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Jamie is naughty!
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| Deleted User | July 1, 2012, 6:42 am Post #17 |
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The next morning, Ray was still as angry as ever. He had left with Lemmy for the studio without so much as a goodbye. I took Anthony with me to the beach in Malibu, hoping to enjoy the sunshine while I could. I had been starved in London and missed the tan the Californian sun had given me before. I walked slowly taking in the sea air and the sparkling blue water, watching Anthony collect shells and seaweed. It was nothing like he had ever seen in England. ‘Mummy, what’s this?’ he asked. He held a pretty silver and white shell that shone and sparkled. ‘That’s an oyster shell’ I said, kneeling down to face him. ‘Cool!’ he smiled. ‘I’m gonna keep it!’ ‘Alright!’ I grinned. I took in his blue eyes for a second with a loving smile. Only I remembered how much Anthony had adored James as a one year old. ‘You know that man who visited us yesterday, James?’ I asked. Anthony nodded. ‘He loves you very much’ I smiled. ‘He wants to get to know you too’ I explained, hoping it would make sense to my young son. He nodded. ‘He helped me look after you when you were very little’ I continued. Anthony’s face nodded again. I knew telling him would not make him remember how he had once adored James as his father figure. ‘He’s gonna come and see us again very soon, alright?’ I said. ‘Does he love you too, Mummy?’ Anthony asked. I gulped, his question was impossible to answer, and I couldn’t guarantee that his young mind wouldn’t repeat my words to Ray. Saying out loud that I still loved James was too hard to admit. ‘He cares about us both very much’ I said. It was one of the most honest moments I had ever had with my son. My long blonde hair blew free in the sea air, and we shared the silence together on the beach. Anthony’s face smiled with understanding and offered me the shell. ‘This is for you!’ he said proudly. I took his gift thankfully, pleased that I had a beautiful, kind and generous son. I was proud to be his mother. ‘Thank you my Darling’ I smiled. ‘Shall we get some more, we could make you a necklace?’ I suggested. Anthony nodded, picking more shells out of the cold wet sand up the beach. At home that afternoon, my phone rang unexpectedly. I had only been here a few days, and it was an American number. ‘Hello?’ I answered anonymously. ‘Hi—is this Hannah?’ a voice asked. ‘Yes—Scott?’ I checked. He relaxed his voice. ‘Yes! I was hoping you’d know who it was’ he said with relief. Apparently, he had not wanted to identify himself. ‘I hope you don’t mind, I got your number from Lemmy’ he explained. ‘I just wondered if you wanted to meet again soon?’ he asked nervously. An awkward silence hung in the air between us. I blushed down the line, I had not made my position clear to him at all last night during our encounter. ‘I’m sorry—I’m married’ I said finally. I had enjoyed sex with him backstage, the words hurt to produce. ‘I uh….me too’ he admitted quietly down the line. His admission didn’t bother me, but still, he did not know what he was asking of me, and I couldn’t be sure he knew I was once a famous call girl. ‘I’m sorry, I’m really flattered but I can’t. I’m sorry’ I explained. I heard the disappointment in his voice down the line. ‘Alright’ he replied, admitting defeat, and the line went dead. I held the phone sadly for a moment as the call ended feeling badly to let him down. Sometimes, with Ray’s lack of attention I didn’t feel married. It had felt amazing for just those few minutes to be noticed by someone other than my husband and not for money, not to be booked, but for being me. I returned my phone to my pocket. My fling with Scott Ian had been nice while it had lasted. |
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| Auluna Raie | July 1, 2012, 6:47 am Post #18 |
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Shark-Tastic!
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| Deleted User | July 1, 2012, 6:51 am Post #19 |
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Thanks! I'm glad you like it so far! More soon!
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| Deleted User | July 1, 2012, 7:24 am Post #20 |
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James arrived on the Monday just like he’d promised. He visited at 2pm deliberately to avoid seeing Ray while he was out. James stepped in the front door with a smile and I invited him in, closing the door behind him before accepting the first warm kiss he had offered me in many years. I accepted, allowing his warm mouth to thank me for letting him return to our lives. His hands held my face gently, kissing me over and over until his blue eyes ran with tears. ‘Hannah! I’ve missed you so much!’ he admitted. He wiped his eyes quickly with his sleeve. I nodded, I felt the same and his tears had choked me up. ‘Come and see Anthony’ I smiled, taking him by the hand. As always, James followed me willingly. Anthony played with his toy trucks in the lounge and James and I joined him on the floor. ‘Hello!’ Anthony smiled at James, expecting him this time. We sat with Anthony watching him like the two of us together were his proud parents. ‘I wish he could remember’ James whispered sadly. I nodded, we had shared a wonderful year living together before our engagement had ended. It had all been too soon for me and I had never got to divorcing Ray. I wondered if James wanted to know if there was still something there between Ray and I. I sensed it without him even having to ask. James opened his mouth carefully to speak. ‘Hannah—are you seeing Scotty Ian?’ he asked gently. I turned to him in surprise. ‘No, why do you ask?’ I replied quickly, but I knew straight away I had been too defensive. ‘I just saw you two together in the bar at the Troubadour the other night, that’s all’ James mumbled, keeping his eyes on Anthony. I sighed, I couldn’t plausibly deny it then. ‘Yes, that’s true—but I’m not seeing him James. You have my word’ I replied. I kept my eyes on my son, not wanting to engage James in this game. I knew he was trying to establish if I was his for the taking. I changed the subject on purpose, not wanting to answer the question I knew that was coming next. ‘So how’s Francesca?’ I asked him. He recoiled a little at my question. ‘She’s fine—we decided not to remarry’ James admitted. I turned to him in surprise. ‘Really?’ I asked. The last I heard , she had returned to him from Argentina with the kids and moved back into their family home. ‘Yes, she didn’t want to break any more covenants’ James admitted. ‘She’ll never be my wife again’ he said sadly, his hand reaching out to touch mine. I allowed him to shuffle closer to me on the floor and take me in a long hug. ‘I miss you, Hannah’ he admitted softly into my ear as we embraced. ‘I know’ I replied. I hung on to his chest, my eyes staring over his shoulder as I did. It was taking me a lot to admit that I felt the same way. I had long since lost this electric feeling of intimacy with Ray. James withdrew to check Anthony’s face was distracted and looking away before leaning in to kiss me openly once more. This time, his curled finger tilted my chin towards him. His mouth was seeking me out, hoping there was something there still. He kissed me over and over, his hand reaching to touch my waist, smoothing my body, remembering me, remembering that once I was nearly his… ‘James!’ I blushed, slowing him down a little. His eagerness had taken me by surprise. He had wanted more and more of my body as he kissed me. His chest was leaning over me, and beginning to suggest I should lie underneath him. He had been close to moving on top of me as we sat together on the floor. He covered his visibly hard erection that grew through his jeans with his shirt. ‘Sorry’ he apologised with a short smile. I didn’t want him to be so intimate in front of Anthony. He was now four years old and more than capable of repeating what he saw to Ray. He took a deep breath to steady himself. He checked his watch. It was 3pm, and his afternoon recording session would start soon. ‘I should get going, darling’ he apologised. He offered me another warm kiss. ‘I’ll visit you every day if you want me to?’ he asked hopefully. I smiled, nodding happily: I did. |
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| Auluna Raie | July 1, 2012, 7:40 am Post #21 |
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Shark-Tastic!
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Okay people, remember the procedure from last time! Take a helmet and be ready to dive into the bunker at a moments notice! |
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| Deleted User | July 1, 2012, 7:42 am Post #22 |
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The fun hasn't even started yet!
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| Auluna Raie | July 1, 2012, 7:48 am Post #23 |
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Shark-Tastic!
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I know, that's why I'm getting the civilians out of the way now
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| Deleted User | July 1, 2012, 8:59 am Post #24 |
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The following day, James arrived early at Lemmy's house to visit Anthony and I at 11am. ‘I want to take you both for a drive’ he smiled. I agreed happily, if it wasn’t for James visiting me daily, I’d be a bored housewife at home all summer. We drove a long way south along the Pacific Coast Highway, turning in south central LA. ‘Where are we going?’ I asked, intrigued. I’d never driven through LA before. ‘The University of Southern California’ James smiled. ‘Castor’s just started as a freshman on a football scholarship!’ James announced proudly. ‘Today is his first game, I promised him I’d be there’ he beamed. I loved seeing James as a proud father. I had noticed him checking on Anthony in the back seat, by glancing into the rear view mirror as we drove. ‘How old is he now?’ I asked. I remembered him as a 14 year old boy who had been particularly lost living in Argentina away from his father and his friends. ‘He’s just turned 18’ James beamed. ‘When he got into USC we were so thrilled!’ he continued. ‘It was his reach school, but he had a great football trial, so I think they really wanted him. He’s fast!’ James boasted. He turned to me with a wide smile, I could see just how proud of his son he was. James was silent for a second before adding a thought. ‘I think his younger sister might have helped him with his admissions essays, just a little bit!’ he laughed. ‘How is Marcella?’ I asked warmly. I loved when James lit up talking about his family. ‘She’s 16 and she’s just got early admission to Harvard for next fall!’ James exclaimed. ‘And Cali’s a sophomore at Stanford—she’s loving Architecture!’ James reported happily. ‘I’m so pleased they’re all doing so well, James!’ I said truthfully. I remembered the trust fund he had given me for Anthony when I had left the US. $25 million dollars to make sure that Anthony got everything he ever needed in his life: his school and college fees, his first car, a house, a wedding, anything he wanted all paid for by the man who saw himself as his father figure. I smoothed James’ thigh kindly as we drove. ‘Thank you James, for everything you’ve done for Anthony’ I breathed gently. James smiled, turning to kiss me gently as we waited at the traffic lights. In the college football stadium James, Anthony and I were obscured amongst a sea of faces. I wondered whether Francesca was here somewhere watching her son’s debut in college football. I didn’t want to ask James, instead I focused on enjoying our day together. It was a big introduction to American culture for me. I’d never set foot in a stadium so large, and never even seen an American football game on tv. In England, football was soccer, we had no equivalent game. ‘James, you’ll have to tell me the rules!’ I whispered , a little embarrassed. He smiled, taking my hand as he spoke. He pointed to the lines on the field: ‘The numbers are the distance from the touchline’ he explained. ‘Castor’s a running halfback, so you’ll see him over here’ James pointed. ‘He’ll be waiting to catch a pass. He’s the runner who scores us touchdowns—you’ll see him, don’t worry!’ he said. ‘Wow, really?’ I said in amazement. As the players ran onto the field in their gear, Castor was one of a group of identical looking players in his helmet and padded gear. ‘What’s his number?’ I asked. ‘22’ James said proudly. He stood and shouted loudly as his name was read over the PA. James’ face flashed up on the game screen for a moment. The TV feed had already found us in the crowd. James couldn’t be anonymous for his son for even a moment. So it seemed now, that everyone would know that USC’s new star player was James Hetfield’s son. I hoped for Castor that this would be a good game for him, he had so much to live up to. Six minutes into the first quarter, Castor was landed with the ball. He made a short horizontal run around the offense at first, before charging through a line of much broader larger players, skilfully ducking their enormous padded frames and slamming USC’s first touchdown into the grassy field. The crowd erupted and James stood and cheered loudly for his son shouting wildly for his first early victory. James was right: Castor was incredible! He was already world class, a star player in only his first game. Before the 3rd quarter was over, he had scored another 6 touchdowns and USC was storming ahead to a strong victory. ‘WOW! This is amazing!’ James roared. He was jumping out of his seat and punching his fist in the air. ‘I reckon knowing you are here is helping him’ I admitted warmly to James. He kissed me gently in thanks. ‘Thank you for sharing this with me, Hannah’ he breathed honestly. After the game, we met Castor in the player’s lounge—his coach was still boasting his star players’ praises to anyone who would listen. Two men in silver and black team tracksuits approached Castor and the coach. They spoke seriously for a few minutes and James and I stood back. James seemed like he was straining to hear the conversation. When they walked away he approached Castor quickly. He embraced his son wildly in joy. ‘Dad! Two scouts from the Oakland Raiders are here! They saw me play and want to trial me next season when I’ve played a full season here!’ Castor could barely contain himself. He was as tall and as handsome as his father now, but still he had his mother’s features. ‘The Raiders!!!’ James pulled Castor into a tight hug, patting him strongly on the back. ‘I’ve gotta play a stellar season here first’ Castor explained, James nodded. ‘Just keep playing like you did today, son!’ he encouraged him. ‘Hannah?’ James turned to invite me to their conversation. I had stood back with Anthony. ‘Hi Castor! Congratulations!’ I offered him a gentle hug. Castor smiled at Anthony, he surely recognised him as the same young baby boy he had met nearly 3 years ago. ‘Nice to see you Hannah’ Castor said kindly. He had always been warm towards me while I had been in a relationship with his father. James smiled in approval. ‘Well, it’s been great to see you, Son’ James smiled. ‘I’ll be here next weekend for the game’ James explained. ‘Is Mom coming too?’ Castor asked. His voice was strained but hopeful. ‘I hope so’ James replied sympathetically, and it dawned on me that she had not been here today to see her son’s debut. I wondered what was really going on between James and Francesca after all. As usual, James had been vague on the details of his strained relationship with his ex-wife. He had made it seem as though they were still together; unmarried, but living in the same house at least. ‘See you next week!’ Castor smiled happily at James and I once more as we left. It hurt me to know that despite his father’s support, Castor was still yearning for his mother. I couldn’t help but wonder why. |
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| Deleted User | July 1, 2012, 10:09 am Post #25 |
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For James’ next visit, he played outside with Anthony for over an hour, teaching him to throw and catch a football. I smiled as I watched them both. Ray wasn’t the least bit athletic, so I was glad that James was imparting some sporting skills on Anthony, he had done so well with Castor. Anthony was sound asleep, exhausted from their game only an hour later. James crept into his bedroom to close the door and join me in mine where I slept next to my husband. It felt tempting , yet illicit to sleep with James in my marital bed. I sat on the end of the bed and James joined me cautiously. ‘Hannah?’ he kissed at my throat softly hoping I wanted what he did. After only a few second’s thought, I laid back on the bed with him and he smiled kindly, knowing I had accepted his proposition. ‘Oh darling!’ he breathed. He rolled on top of me, rubbing his clothed groin against me, hoping and begging that I might let him have me once more. I returned his horny gesture, my hands reaching for his belt and smoothing the hard erection he was grinding into my thigh. He groaned softly into my mouth, knowing now that I wanted him for sure. ‘Can I take this off?’ he panted desperately lifting my shirt over my shoulders. His mouth dived for the pool of my stomach, smooth and soft. His mouth wet my middle, searching desperately for the squeal he knew I would produce. He knew my body so well. ‘James!’ I giggled, he knew just how ticklish I was. He grinned, unzipping my jeans and testing me through the cotton fabric with his tongue. I held his head desperately in my hands as he wet me eagerly, finally sliding my panties down my legs and settled his warm mouth to work. I moaned openly, my voice jumping in excited cries as he wet me with his tongue, flicking and warming me over and over. My hands held his head to the spot. He laughed eagerly as I cried louder, thrilled he was pleasuring me. ‘James!’ I cried his name over and over. He worked harder and faster, his mouth panting, enjoying my wet folds quivering eagerly for him. ‘James I’ll come unless you stop!’ I begged. He withdrew his mouth from his work and knelt over me once more. ‘Tell me what you want…..’ he teased, breathing hard into my ear. ‘James! You know what I want!’ I panted back. His urgently hard cock was still in his jeans. ‘Tell me, baby’ he whispered teasingly. ‘Come on!’ he purred. ‘I want you to fuck me with your big hard cock’ I begged submissively. ‘Yeah?’ he moaned, arching his back over me. He was immediately turned on. He flicked open the buckle of his heavy belt. ‘Mmmm?’ he asked, sliding his jeans down his legs. ‘Tell me what else you want’ he whispered. His briefs were all that was keeping him from me. ‘I want it hard, James!’ I begged. He pulled his briefs down his legs quickly, lining his cock up to me with his hand. He rubbed himself brisky for a minute. ‘Ready, baby?’ he asked. His body was nude and arched strongly over mine. His chest was more toned and muscular than I had ever seen it. ‘Yeah!’ I gasped air as he entered me, sliding joyfully in and out for a minute, before building in speed. I let him gain pace on his own, the sweat grew quickly on his brow. ‘Oh my God!’ I panted. His pace was energetic and desperate and made me moan openly into his mouth as he kissed me. We shared hot sticky lips with every breath, and the humid air made his back build a sweat up quickly. I held onto his buckling hips with my hands, trying desperately not to come just yet. His body lubricated mine easily and I tingled in joy, I moaned loudly as he took me closer and closer to my own climax. He pumped me harder and faster, wanting every moment to be about making me his love. ‘James!’ I exclaimed. I had squealed his name at the top of my voice. He laughed happily at my success. ‘I’m gonna make you come so hard!’ he teased. He pumped me even harder than before. He was right—he pinned me underneath him with his strong body and I couldn’t help but burst. My body shuddered in success to his fast rhythm and he admired my orgasm. We usually had to work for it a lot more, but tonight he was so excited he had made me come quickly in his arms. ‘Jesus, I’m close!’ he warned with a moan. He resumed his deep pumping motion and I gasped happily to his rush. ‘Oooh God!’ he cried, spasming hard. His hips took over his body for a moment, driving himself into me in warm shuddering bursts. He kissed me warmly for a long minute, his mouth slowing as his heart rate returned to normal. His breath tasted sweet and sticky, hot and jubilant for reconnecting with me after nearly three years apart. ‘I’ve missed you so much, Hannah’ he breathed honestly. I nodded, trying to hold back my tears. I had not been intimate with Ray in a long time. ‘Ray doesn’t trust me anymore’ I admitted. James held my eyes with a long sad gaze. ‘That’s probably my doing’ he admitted. I didn’t nod in reply, there was no need, we both knew what we were doing. ‘Are you going to leave him?’ James asked me simply. I shook my head. ‘He needs me, James. He’s still so fragile’ I explained. James gulped, he understood Ray’s weaknesses: they were the same as his own. ‘I’ll see you tomorrow then’ he kissed. His eyes still found me through the sad exterior. ‘I miss you so much Hannah, sometimes I think I’m going to break …’ his voice trailed off. ‘Break?...’ I questioned him. ‘My sobriety’ he finished ashamedly. ‘No you won’t’ I corrected him firmly as we redressed. |
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| Auluna Raie | July 1, 2012, 12:01 pm Post #26 |
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Shark-Tastic!
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:horns2 It's not a man's fault that he thinks with his smaller head...blame gravity!
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| HannahBanana | July 1, 2012, 1:39 pm Post #27 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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You're back! I love your stories Anthony is so cute and I hope that he doesn't notice what's going on between James and Hannah and end up telling Ray |
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| Auluna Raie | July 1, 2012, 2:40 pm Post #28 |
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Shark-Tastic!
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Oh, you just had to plant that idea in her head. *Is mad she didn't think of it first*
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| Deleted User | July 1, 2012, 6:30 pm Post #29 |
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We don't mind do we?
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| Deleted User | July 1, 2012, 6:32 pm Post #30 |
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Thank you! I'm glad you're back reading too! Well, Anthony's four years old now, so he sees and knows a lot more than a one year old baby, so they will have to be careful. More up soon! Do you all remember Castor's girlfriend Lily from the 2nd and 3rd stories? She's coming up next. |
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