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JAMES ONLY WANTS FUN by Janey

PART 1

“Ellen, this is my son James. He’s staying here for the next few weeks while I’m away,” Monty smiled, introducing them in the kitchen.
“I’ve heard a lot about you,” she smiled in return, offering her hand, which he shook firmly. “I’ll try to remember not to play my Manic c.d.’s, I don’t want to embarrass you.”
“I’m sure that James will be happy to sign your things for you, won’t you James?”
James nodded and smiled politely though unenthusiastically, “of course.”
“Don’t worry about it, I don’t want to be a nuisance.”
“You’re not being, is she James? He’ll gladly do it.”

Monty couldn’t stop grinning. If Ellen didn’t know better she would swear that he was matchmaking.

“I have to go out for a bit so I’ll leave you in James’ company. Don’t be put off by his gruff exterior, he’s a pussycat underneath all of that bravado.”
“Dad!”
Monty winked at Ellen, then left them alone.

“Your dad said that you were going to be working so I suppose I won’t actually see you very often.” Ellen didn’t really know what to say to him and once the words were out of her mouth they sounded extremely pathetic.
“Nick’s given me some lyrics so we’re going to mess around with some music for them. We aren’t actually recording anything, we just kinda like wanna get some ideas going ya know?” He took a sip of the hot coffee that his father had made and rubbed the left side of his face with his fingertips.
“Have you got any ideas or will you wait till you meet with Nick and Sean?”
“I have a few things floating around but we’ll see how it works.”
Now Ellen was tongue-tied. ‘Stop being so ridiculous’ she berated silently. ‘He’s only human, stop being so scared.’

“You do know my dad’s game don’t you?” said James seriously. “He wants me to date you but I can tell you right now to get that stupid idea out of your head. I’m not interested, not unless you want an uncomplicated one night stand that is.”
Ellen wasn’t sure whether she ought to laugh or be angry with him. The presumptuous little shit! Who did he think he was?

“What makes you think that I’m interested? Because I like your music it doesn’t follow that I will want to jump into bed with you.”
“I wanted to make things clear from the start. I’m still smarting from a very bitter divorce, the last thing I need is a relationship.”
“Don’t worry, I don’t want one with you. Honestly, you are so arrogant.”
“Upfront not arrogant. There is no point in me giving you false hope is there?”

“Do you want to know something?” she asked pouring what was left of her coffee down the sink. James shook his head. “I hope that I hardly see you until your father gets back because I don’t know that I can be civil to you.”
“Ellen don’t take it personally. I only wanted to clarify the situation so that you’re under no illusions.”
“Do me a favour James, go and find a girl to shag, actually go and get a fucking harem!”
She stormed out of Monty’s home slamming the door. James watched her until she was out of sight, he was grinning from ear to ear. He was going to have fun with Ellen.

Monty called both Ellen and James when he arrived in America to let them know that all was well.
“Make sure that you keep an eye on my son,” he insisted. “I don’t want him having a different girl each night; I know what he can be like.”
“What am I supposed to do Monty? He’s a grown man I can’t stop him if his own conscience doesn’t, short of putting a warning in the windows saying ‘love rat lives here’, there’s not a lot that I can do.”
“You’ll find a way Ellen.”

James didn’t go out the first night that Monty was away. The following night Ellen heard childish giggling so took a peek to see what was going on, James was taking a girl home. The girl seemed to be in her twenties with long brown curly hair and huge breasts that were hardly covered by the flimsy top she was ‘wearing’. Her purple mini skirt was nothing more than a pussy pelmet; Ellen wore bigger belts.

“For fuck’s sake go to sleep!” yelled Ellen, hitting the wall with her fist. Dawn was breaking outside and James and his conquest were still shagging – noisily!

In a huff Ellen got up, went to the kitchen and made some herbal tea, hoping it would help calm her down. She took it to bed with her and sipped it whilst reading her book. To help take her mind off the noise, she turned the radio on low; no good; she could still hear them. Gradually she increased the volume of the radio until it did drown out the sound of James and the girl having sex. Unfortunately it was then so loud that they could hear it as well. Ellen could hear James yelling at her and banging on the wall.

“Sorry to disturb your shagging!” she bellowed angrily. “But you disturbed my fucking sleep.”
She was ashamed of her actions. Ellen had never been one to goad or be a bad neighbour but James was irritating the hell out of her with his inconsiderate behaviour. Feeling the heat flush over her face she turned the radio off; the lovers were quiet.

“What the…” Ellen screwed her eyes and yawned. She had been rudely awakened by a banging sound and was confused. The noise persisted. Someone was keen to get her attention.
Still dazed and sleepy, she grabbed her towelling robe, fastened it, got the keys from the bedside drawer and sleepily made her way down. James stood before her with a face like thunder when she eventually managed to open the door.

“Do you always play your music so loudly at that hour of the fucking night?” he demanded to know, barging beyond her and heading straight for the kitchen.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she bellowed back watching him fill the kettle and switch it on. “I don’t recall inviting you in.”
“I’m making you a drink to help you wake up. What’s wrong with that?” he grinned cheekily.

If she weren’t so tired, she would throw him out.

“Strange as it may seem,” said Ellen turning off the kettle, “I can make my own drink and it was your shagging that kept me awake!”
“Aww did we get jealous love?”
Ellen felt her blood boiling when James whispered in her ear. He then tried to open her robe a little wider over her breasts; Ellen was able to knock his hands away.

“Jealous? What of? You can shag every bimbo in town for all I care James and, let’s be honest, you probably will.”
“If you want some, all you have to do is ask Ellen.”
“Get out of my house!” she ordered forcibly.
James sniggered, riling he further. “A good seeing to is what you need,” he said. “When you’re ready just ask. I’ll be happy to oblige.”
“I wouldn’t shag you if hell was freezing over!” she spat. “Now, get out of my house!”
“Ooh, temper, temper!”
Ellen stood with her back to the door breathing heavily. James Dean Bradfield had to be the most irritating, egotistical man on the planet!

Thus, the pattern was established. James would go out at around lunchtime returning late at night with a different girl in tow. They would then spend the next few hours shagging like rabbits. On the rare occasions that the girl wasn’t especially vocal, James would be. A taxi would then arrive and take the girl home.

Ellen was being deprived of sleep and it was beginning to affect her work. During her tea break one afternoon, a colleague actually had to wake her up. To compound her embarrassment, Ellen had been dreaming of shagging James. It was a thought that was to stay with her, intensifying with the weeks.

“I just heard from my dad,” James grinned annoyingly as Ellen unloaded the shopping from her car. “He’s staying for another three weeks so we have longer to get to know each other better.”
“Oh great! That makes my fucking day!” she said sarcastically. “Three more weeks of hearing women screaming at the tops of their voices as you shag them. I’ll throw a party to celebrate.”
“Nah, you’ll miss me when I’m gone,” he said evenly. “You need to get that frustration out of your system. Come round tonight and I’ll show you a good time Ellen. It’s got to be better that imagining what I’m doing to those girls to make them so vocal.”

Ellen turned to face him. “James I neither imagine nor do I want to sample. Unlike you I have morals. Your father will be mortified.”
“I’m not using his bed, I have my own double here.”
“That was not what I meant and you know it. You are bringing shame on his good name.”
“Stop being so prim and proper. Sex is a wonderful thing.”
“I’m having fun, you want to try it Ellen. Or are you frigid or a virgin perhaps? Is that it Ellen; are you scared?”

“Stop being so personal James. What I am or am not is none of your concern.”
“Then stop concerning yourself with me.”
“When you keep me awake nearly all bloody night I think I have a right to tell you that you are out of order and pissing me off.”
James sidled up to her, smiling wickedly as his eyes roamed up and down her body, as though he was mentally undressing her.

“You know Ellen, you are a very passionate woman. We could have a lot of fun in bed if only you would drop that guard of yours.”
“You’ll never find out James,” she answered smugly. “Anyway, how come you are honouring us with your presence? Aren’t you usually out prowling for your next victim at this time of day?”
He laughed heartily. “Usually I’m working but today I’m lazing.”
“You mean catching up on your sleep?” she made no secret of her contempt.
“Giving my body opportunity to recover. For all I have fun shagging many times in a night, it takes its toll on the body’s reserves, if you get my drift,” he winked.

“Wouldn’t that only be a problem if you were trying to have children?”
He threw his head back and laughed. “Oh you are priceless! I like watching a girl swallowing my cum Ellen. Call me perverted but it turns me on.”
“You are disgusting.”
He started to walk away, back to his father’s house. “You know that you want to Ellen. I’ll bet you lay there listening, wishing that it were you I was with. Do you stroke yourself and pretend it’s me?”

Ellen didn’t answer; James was absolutely right.

A knocking at the door disturbed Ellen. It was only 8 o’clock but she was bobbing off to sleep on the sofa, she was so tired. Yawning and rubbing her eyes, she sauntered to the door.
“James!”
“To let you know that I am not a complete insensitive twat I’ve brought a bottle of wine for us to share as a peace offering.”
Ellen rubbed her eyes again, then put one hand on the door and the other on the doorjamb to stop him from walking in. No way was she going to fall for that trick.

“You astound me you truly do. When I think you have scaled the heights of grossness, arrogance and contempt, you still manage to surprise me. Do you seriously think that that would be a suitable apology for all of your abominable disgraceful behaviour? If so, think again.”
“Let bygones be bygones Ellen please. We can’t keep fighting.”
“Modify your behaviour and manners and we won’t. You show no consideration for others James, that’s your problem.”
“How can you say that? I’ve considered your feelings, hence the wine.”
“More like you want to get tipsy so I’ll make a fool of myself, allowing you to carve another notch on your bedpost.”

His eyes clouded over, he seemed genuinely sad. “I’m sorry you think so little of me. I’m genuinely trying to say sorry here.”
“Apology accepted but there are times when actions speak louder than words, this is one of those times. I can’t ask you not to bring girls back, that’s your right. All I ask is that you get them to keep the noise down, you included. The last thing I need when I’m trying to sleep is a running commentary about what you are doing and what she wants you to do. Nor do I wish to hear you yelling graphic instructions.”

James allowed himself the satisfaction of a little smile. “What’s wrong Ellen? Are you getting frustrated at what you can hear when you’re not a part of it? If that’s the case we can soon rectify that little problem.”
“Do you have no compunction?”
“Why don’t you find out?”
“Why don’t you go and do what you are good at? Find a gullible sod to fuck and discard like a used tissue!”

Before James had a chance to reply she had closed the door on him. Ellen didn’t see him walking away with a huge smile on his face. James was enjoying the game, very much. How sweet it would be the day they finally slept together and afterwards he could tell her to ‘get lost!’ Clearly she thought that she was something special, worthy of more than one night with him, well, she had a surprise in store.

He was under her skin that was obvious, if he kept chipping away at her she would eventually crack, like the others and willingly fall into his bed. He’d show his father what he thought of his meddling and not so subtle match making. Clearly his father thought that the love of a good woman like Ellen would soften him, make him happy. Why couldn’t his father accept that he was happy playing the field? The last thing he wanted was to be tied down with a woman wanting commitment. No, he had tried that and been horribly stung.

They hadn’t been married six months when James suspected she was having an affair; his wife had appeared shocked, upset even, calling James paranoid. The niggles though refused to go away. She would make excuses as to why she couldn’t join him for gigs when they toured.

Two days before their first wedding anniversary, he got home to find her with bags packed, ready to leave. She hadn’t had one affair but several. She then proceeded to inform him that she had never loved him, marrying him had been a career move, oh and a monetary one. Being Mrs Bradfield had given her extra kudos. From the first time she had met him she had planned to marry him. The problem had been that James was a commitment-phobe, getting bored easily and needing a fresh challenge. She kept him entertained and surprised him continually, at times it was like having a new woman each night. As games went, hers had been brilliant.
James still carried the scars.

James called Nicky and Sean to invite them over for drinks and a barbecue, nothing special, purely friends getting together and having a good time. He toyed with the idea of inviting a plethora of girls but quickly dismissed the notion. As married men, HAPPILY married men, Nicky and Sean would balk at the idea. He also derived a perverted pleasure from the knowledge that Ellen was currently working nights and her bedroom window over looked the garden. With it being a hot day she would invariably get a bedroom full of smoke from the barbecue, plus of course, he would play some music very loudly to annoy her.

The boys arrived shortly before noon and it didn’t take long for the revelry to get into full swing. Ellen was livid. She had had trouble getting over to sleep because of the excessive heat, now her neighbour’s obnoxious and irritating son was trying to smoke and ‘sound’ her out. The music she didn’t have too many problems with, they were artists that she liked, but not at full volume when she was attempting to sleep.

Not wanting to confront him, Ellen closed the bedroom windows, sprayed some air freshener and searched out some earplugs that she occasionally used. They lessened the noise but it was still ear splitting and unbearable, the house pounding in time to the rhythm. She ventured into the spare room; the only real benefit was that it didn’t smell of smoke.

The last thing that Ellen wanted was a confrontation, however it was growing increasingly evident that she would have to talk with James, try to rationalise with him. She didn’t want to spoil his fun; all she wanted was a few hours of consideration so that she could get some sleep.

“Oh look,” cooed James. “Here’s my, or should I say my father’s favourite neighbour. Coming to join in the fun Ellen?”
Ellen hadn’t heard a word that he’d said and beckoned him over. “Can you turn the noise down for a while please? I’m on nights and trying to sleep.”
“Sorry I didn’t hear you,” James shouted back making Ellen repeat her plea.

Sean and Nicky watched the unfolding altercation anxiously, neither understanding what was happening with James, he was acting so out of character. In the early days of the band James had had a reputation as a serial shagger but that was nothing compared to things now. He embarrassed them.

Nicky was the first to notice Ellen’s unmistakable discomfort and went to intervene. James though remained mulishly stubborn, refusing to turn the volume of the music down. Irritated at James’ determination to be a prat, Nicky went into the house and turned the hi-fi off.

“The girl needs to sleep James,” he bellowed. “Show some fucking consideration and stop being an annoying twat.”
“What the…” spluttered James, astonished at Nicky’s actions.
Nicky ignored him, continuing to talk to Ellen. “I hope that you can get back to sleep. It’s hard enough trying to sleep in the heat without a pillock like him winding you up.”
“There’s no need to switch it off,” insisted Ellen, worried that they would think her a killjoy. “As long as it’s turned down I’ll be fine.”

“We’ll turn it on when you’ve finished sleeping,” insisted Nicky, deliberately ignoring James who was giving him the angriest of stares. “Go on, back to bed or you’ll never get any sleep.”
Ellen said her thank you’s once more then went back inside, confident she would get some rest. James was about to give Nicky a piece of his mind but the way that Nicky glared at him told him not to push his luck.

“I don’t get it,” said Nicky strongly, “Ellen seems like a lovely girl so why are you being so fucking hateful to her and don’t tell me it’s because Monty is matchmaking ‘cos there is more to it than that.”
“You don’t have her picking fault with everything that you do though do you Nick?”
“Stop being such a jerk and she’ll have nothing to pick fault with James.”

“You’re worse than I can remember James. In the early days you had more manners than you do now,” agreed Sean. “I know that you’ve been hurt but that does not give you the right to be so fucking abusive.”
“Abusive?”
“What you are doing to that poor girl is tantamount to abuse James. You knew that she was on nights when you arranged this didn’t you? Personally I thinks it’s disgusting and disgraceful of you. Haven’t you tormented her enough by making your conquests yell at the tops of their voices? You have the morals of an alley cat without the class.”

“Sean!” James was shocked at Sean’s outburst.
“Oh save it. I’m going to book a taxi and go home. I will not be a part of your stupid pranks; they are not funny.”
“I agree!” Nicky forcefully thrust his can of beer into James’ palm. “You are pathetic.”

Alone with his thoughts James was not a happy man. Why had Nicky and Sean been so scathing about his attitude? They knew his devastation at the divorce and he had been certain that they would agree with him wanting to play the field. Instead it seemed that they were siding with Monty in wanting him to settle down with Ellen (though they hadn’t voiced that opinion out loud).

If that was the case, they had another thing coming. James was making it his mission to irritate, irk, and annoy her. One thing he failed to question however, was why he was spending so much time thinking about her. Considering that he didn’t care for her he was investing a lot of time and effort into goading reactions.

Monty returned from the States and the following day James returned to London, much to Ellen’s relief. James had continued inviting different women back practically every night. The only respite that she had had was when she had been working nights.

“What did you think of my boy then Ellen? He’s a good lad, just a gone a bit a bit wayward following his very bitter divorce.”
“I’m sure he told you that we didn’t exactly see eye to eye Monty,” Ellen sighed, helping herself to one of the chocolate biscuits he had provided with the tea.
“Really? He told me that he found you very spirited. I took that as a good thing.”
“Let’s say that we hardly spoke and when we did it wasn’t usually with pleasantries.”

“Oh dear, I was hoping that you’d hit it off.”
Ellen chuckled. “I gathered that much,” she said with a twinkle in her eyes. “I don’t think we are compatible Monty and right now he’s more concerned with having fun and lots of it.”
“He did say that he met a few girls.”
Ellen raised her eyebrows and nearly choked on crumbs from a biscuit.

“Ellen,” said Monty sombrely. “I’m worried about him and, I’m not sure what I can do to help. I’ve told him that sleeping with all the women in the world won’t help but he won’t listen to me. Do you have any suggestions? He pretends that it’s what he wants and he’s happy, but he can’t fool me. Inside he’s hurting. James has always wanted to be in love and be loved. At times he tried too hard. Then he would get engaged, convinced that he was in love only to get bored or start worrying that he didn’t love them enough. Deep inside he’s an insecure little sod. Try not to hold things against him when you meet him again, he truly is a very nice lad.”

“Monty, you can quit with the hard sell. If I meet again we’ll see what happens but don’t get your hopes up.”
He winked at her. She and James would be an excellent match if they gave themselves the chance.

That night in bed, Ellen found her thoughts being occupied by James. Was he alone in bed or had he found another girl to share part of the night with him?

A part of her wanted to know how it would be to be wrapped in his strong muscley arms and to be kissed by those plump, sexy lips; it wasn’t going to happen. She would never have a one-night stand and would not allow James to be the exception; however tempting.

James stared vacantly at the ceiling; sleep would not come to him. His mind was filled with images and thoughts of Ellen, her smile, and her feistiness. Though he had gone out he had not taken a girl home. All the time he was chatting with various girls Ellen kept popping into his mind. How the hell was a woman he found so annoying being able to stop him from pulling, especially when she wasn’t physically there?

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