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| MISTAKEN IDENTITY by Janey PART 2 When you finally got home you allowed your tears to fall. Throughout the car journey you had roared passionately at various 'Meatloaf' tracks which your cd was kicking out wishing at times you'd opted for something more fun like 'The Rocky Horror Picture Show Original soundtrack.' That was just what you had needed. Now however you could barely see through the haze of salt water before you. You parked the car; went into your home; had a shower; opened a bottle of wine; drank half of it straight away and proceeded to sob feeling you would never stop. 'Sometimes,' you reflected, 'having a conscience is such a bitch.' Sat in front of the tv watching 'JFK-The directors cut' all you could do was cry and think of how you had not even given him the chance to explain. Damn! The film had only just started so you hadn't reached the real heart rending stuff, yet here you were - a real wreck and your brain was reciting stupid lyrics; 'embarrassed possessed and so uncivilised' 'once you roared now you just grunt lame' 'we won't die of devotion, understand we can never belong' 'life has been unfaithful, and it all promised so so much' 'but I found that soul, yeah I found that home, but I found that soul' 'I'd love to see colours like you, door to the river, Resurrected and feeling blue, door to the river, I've seen the glory and yes it's true'. 'Fuck fuck fuck!' you could not stop thinking of Manics tracks and almost every single one had a meaning that you could read into it. Try as you might you just could not concentrate on the film so turned the tv off and decided to try and do some work. Just as you were about to start work at the computer, the telephone rang. "Hello," you tried to make yourself sound cheerful but knew it wasn't working. "Amy?" His voice was hesitant but it was unmistakably HIS voice. "James how did you get my number?" You felt like a stupid schoolgirl over the way he was able to affect you. Just hearing that sexy voice was giving you miniature electric shocks inside and you could sense the familiar wetness forming. "I asked Martin for it. Told him that I wanted to apologise personally and send you some flowers. Look I'm outside can I come in? I really think we need to talk this through," James' voice was very quiet and not at all confident like it had been. You put the phone back onto its cradle and walked over to the door to let him in, not really sure as to why you were doing this after what had occurred a few hours earlier. Taking a deep breath you opened up and James was stood looking despondent and sad. His shoulders were all hunched up and he appeared many years older than he had when you'd first seen him. "I think you'd better come in," and you stood to one side as he hobbled in with a great deal of discomfort. As you watched him grimacing you wanted to put your arms around him to help him forget the pain. Your heart was pounding and it was obvious as to how much he was hurting and you could almost feel it to. "I'm sorry for calling at your home but I couldn't not do something. I hated the way things turned out." You invited him to join you on the sofa, which he did and you became very aware of the flimsy shorts and vest top you were wearing. The strappy top doing nothing to hide the fact you were not wearing a bra and that your nipples were erect. The tension between you both was palpable and you could feel your resolve draining from your body as you became lost in his dark brown eyes. 'Come to bed eyes,' you thought. "Amy, I truly didn't mean to offend you. I find you very attractive and well, what was meant to be a quick thank you kiss, just kinda like, you know, kinda got a bit out of hand." "A bit out of hand?" you exclaimed. "James we were masturbating each other within a few hours of meeting! I never even did that as a teenager with rampantly raging hormones!" "So you stopped because you felt guilty for wanting it and enjoying it. Is that what you're saying?" There was only tenderness in his eyes as he tried to understand you. He reached out a hand as if he was going to gently touch you but then abruptly withdrew it. "I don't.........." you tripped over your words. His eyes were pleading with you to be honest and although you wanted to, something held you back. As if sensing your fears James began, "I know how lame this sounds, but well, I couldn't help it. I loved the way you weren't afraid to argue back at me; the way you moved; the way you made me feel, and I don't just mean from the massage," he held your gaze unflinchingly. "Right from the first minute I felt good with you. Comfortable." You shifted your body towards him, wanting him to carry on. "I felt so good inside. In a way I can't begin to describe Amy." "Please try." He took a deep breath," you made me, no you MAKE me, feel trembly all over." He laughed nervously, "then when I kissed you, well, it was like something hit me and I just wanted to carry on kissing you. I wanted to feel you against me, you know, just kinda like, hold you." "Oh," was your pretty pathetic response. "Feeling you next to me, kissing me, that sensation from having you in my arms, well I didn't want it to end. I wanted to make love to you. It felt so natural and right, and the way you responded to me I thought, well I kinda like thought that you felt the same, you know?" You stared at him for some time as your mind tried to make sense of what he was saying. He was describing how he makes you feel. All those emotions and thoughts were what you had experienced and you could see that it terrified him as much as it did you. So, how could you be mad at him? "I did. I do. I mean........" You were aware that your breathing had quickened, your palms were sweaty and you felt a redness rising over your breasts and face. "James I feel so good when I'm with you but that also scares the hell out of me because it's so sudden and I don't really know you." He took both of your hands in his and nervously smiled as he said, "I understand that. I feel the same but we have a chemistry together that can't be denied. Maybe, just maybe we can't run from this." "Perhaps," you sighed as again you moved closer into him so that now you could actually feel his breath on your face. "And," he smiled, "there's something that I need you to know." "Which is?" "Well, I haven't had sex with a groupie since we first started out. I very soon discovered it didn't mean anything. I got more satisfaction from wanking on my own or to a porn movie!" You laughed out loud. "I am sorry about that!" "I've also never paid for sex and I don't do one night stands. I don't find this supposed gratuitous sex the least way gratifying. It does nothing for me." Tenderly his head rested against yours. "So I really messed up then huh?" you sighed against him, loving the gentleness of his gesture. "Uh-huh. We both did," he moaned softly. "I should've stopped and thought, asked if it was what you wanted but I got caught up in a whirl of something, and didn't." Both of you stayed close together enjoying the feel of your face against the others. It was extraordinarily intimate, yet at the same time unthreatening. "You're gonna be racking up one hell of a taxi bill," you commented as you moved further into his body and put a hand on his chest. "Rachel dropped me off," James said softly. "Nick had asked her to pop round to make sure I was ok after she'd been the cinema with Rhian. I told her I'd get a taxi back." "Dare I ask what you told her? After all it will probably be common knowledge by now." "Uh-huh. Rachel's not like that, she can keep a confidence," he giggled sexily. "However I was honest with her. I told her that I may be about to lose what might be the best thing that had ever happened to me." You snuggled right up against him and put a leg across his. "That's laying it on a bit thick isn't it?" "Not from where I am it isn't." His mouth found yours and you offered no resistance as you felt his tongue probe forward. You shifted your body round and put your other leg over his, using them to pull him nearer to you. You felt his hands playing with the hair at the nape of your neck, making you shiver and groan in delight. James moaned against your mouth before increasing the pressure of his tongue as it played with yours. Then he sucked on your tongue a little and licked the underside of it, your hands clung tighter to him as your nails scraped along his back causing him to arch his body. You hoped that you hadn't hurt him and transferred one hand to underneath his t-shirt and began to stroke the warm flesh of his chest, especially loving the way his nipples became so hard and big as you flicked them with your fingertips. His hands were skilful in the way they stroked your skin and played with your hair. He seemed to know exactly where and how to touch you. For such strong, large hands they were incredibly gentle and also delicate when needed. 'It was like being on automatic pilot' you thought as your body continued to react to the pleasures that he was showing you, taking you to places you'd never been before. No longer were you afraid. You trusted in the way he was making you feel; trusted in your own reactions; trusted in your instincts to initiate some things. You straddled his thighs and smiled at him. A smile full of seduction and desire, by the way he was looking at you, he was feeling the same way. His lust filled eyes urged you on and so your hands began to pull his t-shirt off. James raised his arms to make things easier for you and as you threw it over the other side of the room, your smile became slightly more wicked. "Now that's so much better!" You lowered your head and planted little butterfly kisses over his throat, at times allowing you tongue to tease his skin with its wetness, driven on by the sensation of his erection against your inner thigh. "Hell you're sexy," James moaned softly as you curled the hair at his nape around your fingers and caressed his scalp with your hand. "So are you!" and you winked before bending your head down and taking one of his erect nipples in your mouth. The feeling of that hard bud under your tongue was so erotic, and having James writhe and groan beneath you was giving you more and more courage to please him. James put a hand inside your shorts and began to stroke you over the fabric of your knickers, but you knew that your arousal wouldn't go unnoticed. "Oh you're so wet," James sighed and he put his fingers inside your briefs and began to thrust two of them inside you whilst his thumb stroked your clit. "You like that." It wasn't a question but you replied, "oh hell yes," all the same. Your breathing was ragged and you began to grind your hips and move up down as the familiar sensation started to build within you and slowly spread across your body. With one arm tightly gripping your body James moved you down onto the sofa, unfortunately before he could rest over you he screamed in agony. "Fuck!!!!" "James. James are you alright?" You sat up and held his face in your hands aware of how dumb your question was. "Uh-huh," he moaned painfully. "Forgot about my bloody knee for a minute there! Hell it hurts!" His embarrassed laugh broke the tension and you stroked his cheeks gently. "See, I should've stayed in control!" You laughed and grinned wickedly. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm," James sighed. "Now that’s a heady thought!" "It could be more than a thought," your voice was breathy and sensual. "Well," he said holding your hand. "It's getting late, so I guess I really should be going." All you could do was look at him. Look at him as he watched you, wondering what you were thinking. This time he'd given you a 'get out' clause, but did you want it? You didn't want to take another step back. Whilst you didn't want him to go a part of you worried that if you invited him to stay it may give the wrong impression. Yet what was the wrong impression? You wanted him. He wanted you. Call it chemistry (he had). Or something else........ Ultimately there was no shortage of emotions between you. "Look," you managed with a strength that surprised you. "You're in some discomfort and you should stay off that leg for as much as possible. Walking to and from, and getting in and out a taxi; then getting in your home and going upstairs to bed......well" "Well what?" "Well, not just go straight to bed, I mean..!" you stuttered. "I have a spare room. Why not use it?" "You sure?" Was that a hint of disappointment in his voice and across his eyes? "I mean," he added, "don't say it out of a sense of obligation or duty." His giggle was wicked but his whole face lit up. "I'm not!" and you laughed with him. "I'd really like you to. I want you to." He planted a simple tiny kiss upon the tip of your nose. "Is that a yes?" "Yes. Yes it is." Part 3 Janey's stories |