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KIRSTEN'S NICKY WIRE by Janey (My little story for Kirsten (aka Greeboina)

Nicky was bored, as were James and Richey. Sean had decided to go up to his room after about half an hour because he wasn’t in the mood to spend time with lots of gushing fans trying to get him into bed. Initially the idea of a ‘meet and greet’ had seemed like a good one – a great way to say thanks to the loyal fans who had attended video and picture shoots, as well as signings and appearances – however it had fast become clear that it was a huge mistake. Instead of being able to find out more about what made their fans tick and what type of lives they led, it was becoming no more than a groupie fest, and to say the guys were disappointed was an understatement.
“I wish they were groupies after a gig,” moaned Richey in despair, “at least then I’d be able to fuck one of them. As it is I don’t feel I can ‘cos they’re ‘true’ fans.”
“Ooh android,” mocked Nicky, “such sarcasm from a serial groupie user!”
“They’re all like fucking giggling stupid fucking schoolgirls!” exclaimed James. “I was chatting to one and I’d only said ‘hi’ and she’s like, ‘so you want me to go down on you?’ I couldn’t fucking believe it. Even groupies put more effort into trying to fuck us.”
They all burst out laughing together as they shook their heads at the absurdity of the situation they were in, then Nicky spotted someone out of the corner of his eye who looked out of place. She appeared nervous and was constantly scanning the other fans as if searching for a friendly face.
“Now SHE looks nice,” smiled Nicky. “I think I’ll go and say hello,” and before the others had a chance to say anything he was on his feet and making his way towards her, leaving Richey and James to shrug their shoulders.
Her dark hair glistened beautifully under the lights, and also drew attention to her ample, pert breasts, and her make up was immaculate. She wore a black and red tight bodice top and a leather skirt that skimmed her ankles and twirled delicately as she moved. Nicky was captivated.
Tentatively he approached her and was more than a little dismayed when, having noticed him approaching her, she moved away to a display of various Manics rarities and photos. He almost went to sit down again when he noticed as she briefly glanced behind and smiled a very nervous smile to him. That one nervous smile gave him the courage to stand next to her.

“I hope you’re enjoying yourself,” he grinned broadly, “you seem a little unsure of things.”
She said nothing as she blushed and fidgeted with her glass of vodka.
“I think you know who I am,” smirked Nicky, “ at least I hope you do. Your name is…?”
“Oh, sorry,” she spluttered. “Kirsten, my friends call me Kitty.”
Nicky bent down and kissed her on both cheeks. “Nice to meet you Kitty.”
“Thank you. You can go back to James and Richey now you’ve done your bit. I’m sure you’re even more bored than you look,” Kitty sighed with a grin. “ I won’t be offended, besides I’m going soon.”
“I’m not bored any more,” Nicky said. “It’s nice to finally meet someone who’s… oh hell I don’t know. Just not like the others I guess.”
“Well I’m glad to have met you. Hope you manage to get through the rest of the evening ok.”
“Hang on a minute,” urged Nicky as Kitty started to walk away. “ You’re not really going?”
“Yes I am. I was expecting some of my friends to be here and then we were going on somewhere but I think I’ve missed them.”
“I’m sure they wouldn’t not turn up for you,” Nicky sighed heavily.
“I was late, so I think they’ve gone to the pub to wait for me there,” came the coy response. “I really should go or they’ll get worried.”
Nicky was growing flustered. For some reason he was drawn to this women who was unassuming and natural, and whilst he wanted her to be with her friends he also wanted to get to know her better. She ignited a spark in him and he didn’t know how or why: though he could guess.
“It’s not safe for a girl to be walking on her own,” commented Nicky with genuine concern that was tinged with regret. “Where’s this pub they may be at?”
“About five minutes up the road, so it’s really no problem.”
“I’ll walk you, come on,” and before Kitty could protest he tipped the last drops of her drink to her lips and then guided her to the door.
As Nicky walked with her she continued protesting but Nicky merely laughed and said he’d rather be over cautious than have anything happen to her. When they reached the pub despite a good scout around Kitty could not find her friends. Together they had a drink as they waited, all the while chatting about nothing to do with Manic Street Preachers, instead about everyday mundane things and some political issues, which Nick especially enjoyed. Even more importantly she had treated him as a friend and not as a musician that she just wanted to fuck. Her questions were pertinent and intriguing, whilst her manner was honest and friendly.
“Maybe they were late too Kitty,” suggested Nicky. “We can’t have missed them as there is only the one way here from the meet ‘n’ greet.”
“I guess you’re right,” she said dejectedly, “ I’ve wasted your time Nicky. I am so sorry.”
“I volunteered remember?” and Kitty nodded to him in response. “Good, so let’s head back then.”

They got back and Nicky waved at James and Richey to let them know all was well as he and Kitty continued to scout around for her friends, after a while Kitty gave up; “Nicky I’m sorry. It looks like I’ve been blown out,” she grunted angrily. “Once again I need to apologize because I’ve wasted your time.”
“I don’t think so,” and his right hand strayed delicately over the flesh of her cheek. “You have been wonderful company, Kitty.”
Kirsten could say nothing. She had had a ‘thing’ about Nicky for so long and it burned so deep in her that it hurt. Now that he was with her she couldn’t believe that he was enjoying being there as he had stated, without some ulterior motive being involved. Even so she still wanted to give him the time of his life and the more time he spent with her like this, the more her resolve was crumbling.
“I would love to see you again,” Nicky stammered hesitantly. “Would you wanna see me again?”
Kirsten gazed at him with a perplexed expression; she had figured he’d want a one-night stand, nothing more.
“You sure that’s what you want?” she enquired tentatively.
“Umm. Here’s my number’s; call me. Of course if you give me your contact numbers I can call you instead, but it’s up to you,” Nicky was very ‘matter-of-fact’ as he handed over his card with the business number on it, but then he had smiled wickedly as he wrote on his personal mobile number. “I mean it Kitty. It’s down to you now.”
Kitty could only stare at him in disbelief. She didn’t leave the meet ‘n’ greet however!

Nicky introduced her to Richey and James who both found her completely and utterly beguiling and both nodded in acquiescence to Nicky after they had spent an hour with her being charmed by her wit and intellect.
As Kitty was starting to show signs of tiredness several hours later, Nicky whispered to her that he would get her a taxi if she would say where it was to go.
“How bad would I be if I said I would like to stay with you?” asked Kitty coquettishly.
“If it’s what you want and not what you think I expect then it’s not a problem,” whispered Nicky in her ear. “Do it for you Kitty.”
“I am. Truthfully Nick.”
“Good,” he smiled as he hugged her to his warm responsive body. “I want you to stay.”

Richey and James nudged each other knowingly after they had wished Nick and Kirsten goodnight.
“He’ll be way too lucky to keep her,” observed James. “She’s far more intelligent than his usual birds.”
“He really likes her though, doesn’t he?” commented Richey.
“Yeah, he does. She’s a hottie too, don’t ya think?”
“Hot?” gasped Richey. “She’s fucking stunning in every way there is.”
“Wonder what the fuck she sees in Wire?”
“Now James,” Richey grinned, “ that is a question we may never know the answer to!”

“Are you sure you really want this Kitty?” asked Nicky before he unlocked his hotel door. “Any doubts and I’ll call you a cab and you can leave.”
“I’m sure about this,” and to prove her point she leaned into him and kissed him, letting her tongue probe for entry that was soon granted. She lowered a hand and stroked his growing arousal; “I want you Nicky.”
Nicky hurriedly opened the door whilst taking care not to break the kiss that was driving him insane with desire. “That is so fucking good!” he cried.
They slammed together against the door; a mess of arms and lips as they touched each other hungrily.
Kitty started to open Nicky’s jeans as they lunged together, grasping and demanding, as Nicky fumbled with the hotel door lock and then tossed the key onto the coffee stand.
“Shower me,” pleaded Kitty as he nibbled her earlobe. “Let me shower you too Nick. Let me slide my hands over your wet naked body.”
Nicky said nothing but continued kissing her as he guided her to the shower. He broke the embrace and kiss only to turn on the shower and help Kirsten undress. “You’re so beautiful, Kirsten,” he sighed as her skirt was discarded, “I want to see all of you.”
“You will,” taunted Kitty as her hands stroked Nicky teasingly, as she then slid down to the floor taking his jeans and boxers with her. “Step out of them Nicky.”
Before he had removed them he was stunned by the warmth of Kitty’s breath over his hard erection, and he shifted his body to allow her to remove his lower clothes easily; without a break in licking him.
“Let me,” he scolded softly as his hands fumbled with her clothes. “ We’re showering right?”
Kirsten nodded, mute with desire.
“Take them off babe,” Nicky glared, and then watched captivatedly as she slowly disrobed. “Fuck but you’re beautiful.”
“Umm,” said Kirsten indignantly, “now you need to undress totally!”
Nicky rushed taking off his clothes and then turned on the shower; bundling Kitty in before it was up to speed and lathering her with gel. He reveled in the joys his touch appeared to be giving her; knocking away her hands from touching his hard dick but watching as her own fingers stroked her breasts whilst his rubbed her clit slowly and deliberately. As her body started quivering beneath him, Nicky soaped her over her breasts and shoulders and then moved his hands to her back, hips and legs.
“Let me touch you better, ” he sighed. “Lean back in to me.”
Kirsten turned so that her back was to Nicky’s stomach and leaned right against him, aware of his stiff arousal as Nick’s fingers started to play with her hard, prominent clit more forcefully and keenly than before as the bubbles and suds from the gel continued to foam. Slowly and deliberately his fingers moved over the hard bud, pulling her in as she shook and holding her tight as she buckled beneath him as one of many orgasms hit, and screamed for him to continue touching her. Without bothering to dry each other off, they kissed passionately as they stumbled to the bed.
With a wicked glint in her eye, Kirsten smiled at Nicky and winked. Then her hot mouth enveloped him and she sucked and licked him, driving him wild with desire.
“Kitty?” he pleaded. “ Don’t let me cum yet. I want to cum in you.”
“Take me then,” she taunted.
Nicky did. He spun her round and lifted her so that he was now in control, his cock throbbing hotter and harder than he could ever recall as it touched her entrance which was wet and slick.
“You want me inside you Kitty?” he asked breathlessly as his cock head teased her entrance.
“Please Nicky.”
“Please what?”
“Let me have your hard cock in me. Please cum in me and make me beg you to stop fucking me.”
“Oh fuck Kitty!” exclaimed Nicky as his large hard dick moved into her slowly. “I want you to cum over me.”
“Fuck me Nick,” she cried as he began to thrust into her.
He wasn’t hard or tough but steady and he varied the depth of thrust, yet all the while his fingers stroked her clit pushing her to the edge, and then he’d stop before stoking her up again.
“You want me to let you cum hon, huh?” he asked breathlessly as he stroked her.
“Nick you’re driving me and my clit mad here.”
“Touch yourself.”
“What?”
“Touch your clit and pussy with your own hands while I fuck you,” the way he whispered it, it was headily intoxicating but Kitty felt wary.
She began to protest but Nicky smothered her mouth with his own, prior to whispering ‘ you excite me so fucking much. Please play with your clit for me. Let me see YOU making YOU feel good.” Without pressure he guided a hand of Kitty’s down and encouraged her to stroke herself with his fingers dipping into her wetness.
Her whole body convulsed as her orgasm tore through her body, raising her hips from the bed as she let out a huge groan and dug into Nicky’s torso with her fingers.
“Cum baby,” encouraged Nicky as she clung tightly to him and raked her nails over his torso. As she pulled his buttocks into her body Nicky thrust harder and deeper into her, slowing the tempo of his thrusts right down, to create as much impact as he could.
“Nick!” Kirsten cried aloud. “Don’t fucking stop.”
He thrust several more times and then she felt him as he came into her.
“Fuck, Kitty!” he cried as he spurted his seed into her.
Nicks orgasm re-awakened her own and Kitty’s body jerked under him as her muscles spasmed uncontrollably beneath her.
With ragged breaths they clung together. Hot hands on hot flesh ironically giving them the chills.

Nicky took Kitty’s mouth with his own and his tongue probed her eagerly. “Why don’t you like touching yourself?”
She shot him a startled glance.
“Tell me Kirsten, I’d like to know.”
She took a sharp, deep breath and then went on, “ good girls don’t masturbate. Sex is for men and making babies. Do I need to go on?”
Nicky shook his head and kissed her as if the end of the world was immanent.
“Seeing you touch your clit is the hottest thing I know, apart from perhaps one thing,” he winked. “Let me taste you from your own fingers.”
“Nicky!”
“Darling please!” he urged. “Just slip your fingers inside and then I’ll suck them. How bad is that?”
“Ni…” before she had chance to finish Nicks mouth was over hers again and his tongue was playing in her mouth.
“Please,” he whispered.
With immense trepidation Kirsten slipped her hand down to her keen pussy and she noticed how Nicky’s eyes grew wider the closer she got to her goal. That knowledge drove her on even more. His sighs and groans heightened her response and she feared she would cum before she had really started. Her pussy was wet, warm and sticky. She was going to let Nicky lick her fingers but as he let out a guttural groan she decided she needed to gain as much pleasure from the experience as she could. Unfortunately her desire for release was not tempered by her need to prolong Nick’s desire and she made herself cum with Nick barely touching her.
“Much as I love you fucking yourself,” Nicky moaned, “ I wanna fuck you too, turn over baby.”
Without complaint Kirsten moved into a squat position with her ass facing Nicky as he snuggled upto her.
His hard dick was pushed into her keenly and forcefully and she had to gasp for air as his hands also grappled with her breasts, as his teeth nibbled on her chin and then her neck and ears.
Never before had a man filled her like Nicky or made her experience what he was making her experience. Each time she thought he had pushed her to her limit he would thrust some more and drive her body on whilst playing with her clit. Kitty came screaming and bucking as Nick spilled into her; overwhelmed by the emotions Kitty had stirred up in him.
Their breathing was ragged as they lay together, coming to terms with what had happened between them both.

“You ok Kitty?” Nicky asked as he stretched out the following morning.
“Umm. I am.” She sighed as she snuggled into Nicky’s bare torso that was still warm.
“Me too. Thank you baby,” he lazily pulled her into him for a kiss. “You feel so good against me, Kitty. Stay with me.”
“Now you’re laughing at me!” Kitty moaned.
“No I’m not,” muttered Nicky, “ I want you to be with me what’s wrong with that?”
“I’ve been with you for a night isn’t that what you wanted?”
“Not with you it isn’t no!” he exclaimed. “Fuck Kitty, you’re making me wake up much too fucking soon.”
“I’m not your toy, Nicky,” said Kirsten indignantly as she tried to get out of the bed.
“Oh no you don’t Kitty!” moaned Nick as he grabbed her. “You are not running away from me. Not after we made love the ways we did and for as long as we did. I wasn’t playing games sweetheart and I hope you weren’t either.”
Kirsten stared at him as his words registered. She had woken a few hours before convinced that she had fallen for a ‘line’ and that Nick would kick her into touch when he woke up. However that wasn’t the case at all.
“You,” said Nick with a huge amount of authority, “ are staying in my bed with me, for as long as is humanly possible and I am going to fuck you senseless! Now I hope you understand me.”
Kirsten merely grunted in consent as Nicky’s mouth took hers passionately and their hands tugged and stroked one another.

Being in bed with her Nicky never disappointed her; even now some 5 years later the sex was as hot as ever and she loved him even more than she had then, no matter how improbable she herself felt that was. Together they enjoyed all the things that she had once been embarrassed about and they had even ventured into things she had never heard of. Her confidence came from him; Nicky gave her the power to say ‘no’ and that was so empowering it was almost overwhelming.

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