Fame ain't free...

His touch on my shoulder was enough for me to explode with lust. I was out of control. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer.

"Does this answer you?" I whispered.

I kissed him gently at first but slowly getting more passionate. I was lost in a wave of emotion and Jamie was the only thing I had to cling onto. I pressed myself against his body and ran my fingers through his hair.
 
For a moment, I was too surprised to even kiss Wednesday back. I hadn't realised that the shy guitarist girl had such passion in her. Her fingers twined through my hair, her hot lips were glued to mine.

Then I let my own emotions take over. Our kiss became more intense as I flicked my tongue lightly against hers. My hands pressed flat against her back, pushing her into my embrace. Passers-by eyed us oddly. I didn't give a fuck about them.

Between kisses, I gasped her name like a prayer
 
"Jamie..." I whispered. "Jamie, people are starting to stare at us."

I pulled away from the kiss. What the hell was I thinking? This was wrong with added bits of wrongness. But it felt so right.

"Shall we continue this elsewhere...?" I asked in my lowest voice.

I couldn't beleive I had just said that. I really couldn't. It was so unlike me anyway to even have a guy interested in me.

I ran my fingers slowly through his hair again. I could feel the heat from his body through the thin material of my top.
 
I couldn't resist the urge to kiss her lightly on the lips while she was talking. Which made me want to kiss her more, which... I compromised, simply putting a hand on her neck and softly stroking her.

"Why don't we go back to your place?", I whispered into her ear, kissing her there as well. I twined a strand of her pink hair around my finger. I was almost trembling with the need for her.
 
This wasn't real for me. I had only met the guy half an hour ago, yet we were kissing like lovers.

"Yes. OK." I said.

I shuddered at Jamie's touch and I could see the look of longing in his eyes.

We walked home quite quickly, hand in hand. Every few minutes we'd stop and Jamie would start kissing the breath out of me.

By the time we arrived home I was almost blinded by my lust for Jamie. He started kissing my neck as I fumbled with the keys. I opened the door in the end and walked inside.

"Sshh..." I whispered to him, "Parents might be on the premises. Come on."

I led him upstairs into my room and locked the door. Why the hell didn't I tidy my room the day before?
 
Wednesday's room didn't really interest me. I took a brief glance around, taking in the metal posters, the mess, before returning to her again. I'd never wanted anyone as much as the quiet punk girl.

Slowly, almost as if she was a dream that would fade away if I moved too quickly, I pulled her to me. I kissed her softly on the forehead and then, more passionately, on the lips, consumed and consuming.
 
I tilted my head to deepen the angle of the kiss and I moaned into his wonderful mouth. My hands found their way under his t-shirt and I could feel the smooth skin.

It had happened so quickly and I began to get a little worried and frightened.

"Jamie, I...I've never done this before...I'm scared..." I whispered.

I looked into his eyes for a moment then laid my head on his chest. I started to blush.
 
"Shh...", I breathed, smoothing down Wednesday's hair. I kissed her lightly on the forehead, and held her face cupped in my hands.

"Don't be scared. It's easy". I smiled at her. "As easy as falling in love"

I pulled her closer to me. One hand moved down her neck, stroking her hair and caressing her skin.
 
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