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| MISTAKEN IDENTITY by Janey PART 1 'Damn him!' This was the third time that you'd had an interview arranged with him and each time he bloody well cancelled them at the last minute. James Dean Bradfield was sorely testing your patience and right now you didn't have a lot of it left. He had cancelled the morning one - "no doubt hungover" you'd mused. The afternoon one - coincidentally Wales were playing rugby, and now an evening one had bitten the dust. The official line was that James really wasn't very well and as soon as he was feeling better another interview would be scheduled. However in the back of your untrusting mind you suspected that he probably had a better offer. No doubt involving some leggy blond bimbo with big breasts and no personality. Still the guy did have a right to a sex life even if it was with nameless and faceless groupies and wanna be's. If gratification was the desired outcome he would probably receive it in abundance. As a Manics fan, but more importantly, a James fan, you were more than a little aware of how many like minded souls there were out there. Then you had an idea. As he had had the audacity to turn your plans upside down, perhaps you should return the compliment! It was 6.00pm and you knew you could be at his house in 30 minutes). The original interview was scheduled for 7.00pm so hopefully you had time to at least get something. So quickly you collected everything that you would need; pens, tape recorder, spare tapes, spare batteries, notebook and digital camera. Then you checked yourself in the mirror. A little mascara, eyeliner (brown not Manic Black), blusher and nude lipstick and you'll be ready, so quickly you ran to the bathroom, applied your make-up and ran a brush through your long dark brown hair. You had on a blue loose blouse, dark blue long skirt and a pair of flat sandals. Casual but smart you reflected. Luckily there wasn't much traffic on the roads and you made it to James' street in a little over 15 minutes. Then came the problem - finding a place to park! You had to park what turned out to be a five minute walk to James' house. At least it was a nice warm night and not pouring with rain. As you finally stood outside his house you felt the first pangs of guilt and a first flush of nervousness. You also started to develop a conscience. Maybe he genuinely was ill, if so it would be an awful imposition as well as appearing incredibly insensitive. However just as you were about to turn on your heels and go back to the car, you found a way to rationalize your actions. 'Put it this way,' you thought to yourself, 'if he is alone and very ill he may need some help. Perhaps he has a raging temperature and the poor love keeps finding his clothes dripping with sweat, I could change him and wash him down.' So no selfish motives there at then, and you let out a little laugh as you rang the door bell. Though there was an intercom on the door you were surprised to find that you were just buzzed in. Maybe he could see you. You'd noticed the tiny camera within the intercom. Not wishing to keep him waiting you entered through the large door and found yourself in a spacious reception area, which was very tastefully decorated and had several vases of fresh flowers placed on small tables. "Through the door to your right," he called. You walked in the direction he had told you and felt your stomach turn somersaults as you saw him lying on the large sofa with a heavily strapped left knee, calf and foot. He looked so vulnerable and was very obviously in a great deal of discomfort and you had to fight the desire to rush over to him and plant a big kiss on those sexy lips and give him a huge cuddle. You stared at him for a while taking in his beauty and frailty, and also marvelling at those incredibly sexy legs. Those sexy red shorts he was wearing only added to the feast your eyes were taking in. The tight t-shirt left little to the imagination too. Talk about a fantasy overload! Your mind was racing through all the things you could do with him and to him and your body was responding to the stimulus causing you to feel a wetness in your briefs. James cocked his head at an angle obviously curious as to why you were just staring. He then looked down at your bag and smiled as he said, "That bag looks heavy. Why not come and put it down?" He beckoned you in with a gesture of his arms. "Thanks" you said as you walked a little way into the lounge. "It is a little heavy but I'm used to it now. I've been doing it a long time." "Good. I must admit I was a bit worried at first but I feel a lot better knowing that you're experienced," and he chuckled nervously. He saw that you stood a distance away from him and smiled as he said, "hey now, come on. You know you can't do anything from over there!" "OK," you answered simply and walked over to him, putting your bag down on the floor near the sofa. His legs looked even sexier now that you were closer to them which did nothing to help the wetness between your legs, or your very evident erect nipples. "Do you want me on the floor?" he asked without a hint of a smirk on that handsome face, causing you to splutter out loud. "Are you alright?" James asked tenderly with obvious concern. "Ermmm. Fine. I just think we're at cross purposes here," you stated. "I'm not who I think you think I am." Quizzically he raised his eyebrows. "You are the masseuse that Martin organised to come see me aren't you?" "I um, ermmm, well that is......." You stumbled. "No. I'm not." Suddenly you saw that infamous rage build up in his eyes and knew he was not best pleased with you. "So who the bloody hell are you and what the fuck do you want?" He was blazing but barely stopped for breath before adding, "I think that you had better get out of here before I call the police and get you fucking arrested!" Now you saw red. How the hell dare he? "And what exactly would you say to them, huh? That you invited me in and offered to go down on the floor for me?" "Deception! You deceived me into thinking you were someone else!" He spluttered. "Excuse me, but you told me to come in without asking who I was. That’s hardly my fault is it?" Certainly you weren't afraid of standing your ground and if he wanted some verbal combat then he would damned well get some! The exasperated look on his face made you smile. Round one to you! James is silently fuming and manages to make you feel uncomfortable as his eyes rove up and down your body. Perhaps he was trying to psyche you out, well, you wouldn't let have the pleasure. Instead you sit down at the end of the sofa. "So," you say with genuine concern, "that looks painful. How did it happen?" "Rugby," he spat. "Sean mistimed a tackle and well, as you can see...." "Indeed I can," you smiled. You really must learn to stop those thoughts that were continuing to race through your head. "So if you're not....." You interrupted him before he was able to finish, feeling a little better as his voice was mellowing. "Amy. Amy Moore. We had an interview lined up. Again." James began to laugh. "Ah yeh! I kinda like remember. I cancelled once before right?" "Twice!" you stated firmly although you continued to smile. "I wanted to make sure you weren't just pulling a fast one!" James looked at you incredulously. "Hell no! I would've said no if I didn't want you to interview me." He flinched in pain and shifted his weight uneasily, giving you a very nice glimpse of the inside of his shorts. 'Mmmmmm,' you thought, 'nice brief briefs.' "Can I help you at all?" There was a genuine concern in your voice as it was obvious he was in some discomfort. "Only if you're capable of giving a proper massage and rebandaging my leg," the sly smirk was full of daring. "Well actually I can. I've studied aromatherapy," you smiled back. "Do you have oils here or should I go and get some?" "You are joking me right?" "Nope. I'm perfectly serious. If I don't do a good job you can even sue me ok?" You smiled confidently at him. "So, oils?" "I have some in the cabinet over there," he nodded the direction to you. "They're in a case. Carrier oils included." "I wouldn't have thought you'd be into aromatherapy," you mused, "a little 'wimpy' for you isn't it?" "Well there's a lot you don't know about me," he winked and then leant a little closer to you and whispered, "and it's a great way to get the girls. They love the sensitive approach." You threw daggers with your eyes but all James could do was laugh. Perhaps he was deliberately goading you so you chose not to rise to it. Instead you went over to the cabinet and began looking for the case. You soon found it and carried it back, where you put it on the floor and opened it. It must have cost a fortune as it contained every oil there was but had obviously not been used a great deal. "It's a fairly new hobby," James stated by way of explanation. "So towels? Upstairs I assume?" "I actually got some out earlier. Three very nice large bath towels, and they're in the utility room. I know it's warm already but I thought it may be nicer if they were warmed in the tumble dryer first." "And I thought you were a hard man! Hell what a wuss," and before he could protest you followed the direction he had pointed in to get them. Three very soft, large bath sheets which smelled beautifully fresh, and you couldn't help but hold them against your face. Very luxurious indeed. You laid one down on the floor ensuring that you had enough room to comfortably move around him and then glanced at James who appeared a little nervous. "You're really gonna do this?" "Why not? I can do it and I'm damned good at it. Of course if you're too scared I can forget it and leave you feeling a lot of discomfort." You maintained eye contact with him and patted the waiting towel. "Nothing ventured I guess" then he took off his top, and began to move to take off his shorts. "You can leave them on. Really." Now you were flustered and could sense your cheeks turning red. Unfortunately your nipples were also responding once again and you became aware of where his gaze was. "I think I'll be more relaxed without them," and with a mischievous smile proceeded to take them off. "After all. I do need to be relaxed don't I?" You returned the look he was giving you and felt an inner sense of pride at not succumbing to the temptation of gazing at his groin region. You noticed he was grimacing as he began to take off his bandage. "Why don't I do that?" and you took over as he nodded in agreement. His knee and ankle where swollen and he was covered in angry bruises. "Twisted my knee and ankle and pulled a few muscles," he winced. 'Hell he is so broodingly sexy,' you thought. He insisted he could manage over to the towel and promptly hobbled over and settled down on his front asking you to begin with his shoulders, so you covered his back and legs with the other towels to keep him cosy and began to mix some oils which you knew would help. He soon began to relax as you manipulated his tense muscles and all you were now concerned about was doing the best massage you could. He flinched a little as your hands ran over his leg but he insisted that it was more soreness than pain and told you to carry on. He turned over and you began to massage his front and found yourself becoming immersed at the far away expression on his face. Your hands moved automatically over him and you could not tear yourself away from watching him. He appeared to be having a very nice dream and his face was completely relaxed and at ease. Unfortunately you lost concentration briefly and felt your hand brush against what was evidently his erection, you both sighed at the same time and James moved his head back slightly. Your lips parted a little and you just hoped that he would keep his eyes closed because you didn't want him to notice the effect he was having on you as you glanced down at his erection which neither his briefs nor the towel could hide. Taking a deep breath you composed yourself and finished off the massage and then covered him with the towels to keep him warm. "Stay there for a while," you said. "Can I get you some water?" His eyes smiled warmly and he spoke softly, "No, thank you for asking though." "No problem." And you began to get up. "That was wonderful. You were right, you really are good," and he moved onto his side and watched as you took the pot which had contained the oil into the kitchen. He eyes where still following you when you returned to the lounge. Then he tentatively got up and moved over to the sofa. He put his shorts back on and the you rebandaged his leg for him all the while trying to ignore the feeling that his eyes were watching you intently. "There you go James," you smiled to yourself. "Not a bad job I'm sure you'll agree." "I do indeed Amy. Very professional." The way he said your name made you melt and you attempted to move away from him to get your bag and leave. It was nearly 8.30pm, and you figured the interview could wait but James grabbed your arms to stop you. Hell, there was that look again! "I think I need to say thank you in some way," he smiled wickedly whilst pulling you toward him. "You all ready have. Trust me that's enough." "Oh, but I don't think so!" Almost in slow motion his head moved closer to your own and you felt rooted to the spot, completely mesmerized by those deep brown eyes and his sensuous mouth which was slightly parted and nearing your own. With the feeling of his warm breath on your face you sighed and closed your eyes. You could almost feel his lips on yours and it was intoxicating. Then, before you had chance to realise what was happening, his strong arms lifted you and you were lying next to him on the huge sofa, gazing in his warm eyes as his mouth claimed yours. He placed a hand under the small of your back and also one on the cheeks of your bottom urging you into him. Lost in the waves of pleasure coursing through your body, you snaked your hands over his naked back revelling in the way his muscles tensed under your fingertips. James was being slow and deliberate in the way his tongue played with yours, and he was using only the tip leaving you wanting more. It was so tender and soft, and it was driving you wild be cause it felt so good against yours. You bucked your hips to meet his and felt James sigh into your mouth, which sent shivers racing through your body. You were so wet now it was ridiculous but no other guy had ever had this effect on you. James' erection pressed into you and his tongue toyed with yours with an extra intensity, and you lowered your right hand inside his now tight shorts and briefs to caress him. You couldn't believe how much you wanted to hold his naked, throbbing penis in your hand. How much you wanted to curl your fingers around him. "Oh yeah," James moaned in your mouth as your fingers closed over him. The rumours about him were true. He really was a very well endowed guy. His body jolted as you began to run your hands over his cock, he threw his head back moaning, "oh hell yes." Your own arousal was increasing as a hand teased your pubic hair and a finger began to slowly circle your clitoris using your own wetness as a lubricant. You watched as James' features twisted with the building heat and tension which you knew would soon be yearning for release and the excitement of seeing his desire and need transferred to you. You were getting off on seeing him delighting in what you were doing. "Oh Amy," he whispered breathlessly, "that feels so fucking good. I want you to cum with me." Thoughts raced through your head that you couldn't make sense of. Never before had you done this with a guy so soon after meeting him. A guy you hardly knew. Suddenly something in you snapped. What the hell where you actually doing here? James groaned to urge you on as your hand abruptly ceased stroking his throbbing erection and thus taking him to the climax he was craving. It was agony breaking from James but you collected yourself as quickly as you could and moved away from him. Your breathing was still ragged and your face flushed betraying the true emotions that had held you. Completely stunned and in some discomfort, only a part of which was due to his injured leg, James appeared completely stunned and looked at you utterly bemused. Then he muttered with yearning evident in his voice, "Amy I don't understand. You were enjoying it as much as I was." "Yes I was, but then I came to my senses!" You didn't look at him. You couldn't because you knew that if you did, your resolve would crumble and you'd be back in his arms. Those strong, yet tender, wonderful arms. "I don't....." he stopped. Frustrated at not being able to find the right words. "Look it's simple," you offered still not making eye contact but grabbing your bag. "Not to me it's not!" "Let me see then," and you quoted him, "'I think I need to say thank you in some way'." "And?" "So I told you that you already had." "I know that!" James was getting even more frustrated now. "To which you said, 'Oh I don't think so.'" "I just wanted to kiss you!" he exclaimed. "Sure." You moved closer to the reception room. "Amy, I promise!" He kept looking right at you and you shifted uncomfortably. James seemed so sad but you tried to tell yourself it was only because you'd stopped him from having the orgasm he wanted from your giving him a hand job. "James," you stated with a confidence that surprised you, "it may shock you but I'm not a groupie or a whore, and I do have morals." "I never thought.." You didn't allow him to finish, instead you continued, "Your celebrity is not enough to make me drop my knickers and fuck you!" You were aware that he was shouting something after you but ignored it and ran for the door. Once outside all you were aware of was that sweet sexy voice saying your name with so much desire. 'Sex,' you admonished yourself. 'All he wanted was sex. It wasn't about you.' So why then, as you ran to your car, were you crying like you'd never cried before? Part 2 Janey's stories |