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| PYJAMAS by Janey James was in a bad mood. Again. The others had had the right idea and hastily called it a day and decided to go home from the studio early for once. “Fucking stupid thing!” James shouted at himself. “What’s wrong with you today?” “James,” Sophie nervously said. “Why not leave it and try tomorrow? I’ll treat you to a drink.” “I just don’t fucking understand it Sophie. I used to be able to get my tongue round all the bloody difficult lyrics Richey did so how come I can’t get this right? It’s not that bloody tricky really is it?” His deep brown eyes flashed at her with a look of confusion and bewilderment as he again ran his fingers through his brown hair, which he had allowed to grow, and so was now quite long. Sophie walked up to him, took him by the hand and said simply, “sometimes you try too hard. Come on; we are going for a drink and the song can wait until tomorrow,” She then smiled radiantly at him as she guided him to the exit, waving to Martin and Dave as they went. “See you tomorrow,” they both replied through the mic in the control booth. “So which pub do you fancy hitting?” smiled Sophie as she moved some of her long brown hair off her face, and then started the car. “If we go to a pub you can’t drink though,” he moaned. “I don’t wanna get drunk on my own.” “James you don’t always need to get drunk you know!” she laughed and her brown eyes lit up. “Besides I need food too. I’m famished.” “So lets stop at the take away we both like; I’ll go to the off license next door and get some wine and stuff, then we’ll go back and I’ll moan while you watch a chick-flick!” He was smiling the cheeky, boyish smile that Sophie always found so irresistible. “You got yourself a deal JD!” she giggled as she put the car in gear, and then pulled away. James was staying with Sophie whilst his home had some alterations carried out and was then to be re-decorated. So far he’d been there for three weeks and it looked as though it may be another three before he got to move back home. Sophie had moved to Wales and joined Richey’s class at school. They’d steadily become friends and gradually she had been introduced to the others. Sean had never really taken to her, and she had never known why. “It’s just Sean being a twat,” Richey had once said. Whilst the relationship had progressed a little, it was clear that Sean merely tolerated her. Meanwhile Nicky and James had welcomed her with open arms. They enjoyed her warped sense of humour; the way, as they got older, she drank like a man, but ultimately the way she genuinely cared for Richey and looked out for him. It was never anything more than a great friendship. She had never fancied Richey and had always accepted him as he was. If anything it was more like a brother/sister relationship with a healthy dose of respect thrown into it. “Right,” said Sophie as they entered the kitchen, “lets put all that wine in the fridge, put the take out in the oven to keep warm and I’ll go get a quick shower as I need to freshen up. Do you want me to keep it running when I’ve finished and give you a shout?” “Yeah please,” James smiled as he put the oven on. “Will do,” and off she trotted upstairs. Together they sat on the sofa, eating their take out and enjoying the film that Sophie had chosen, and drinking the wine. “I still can’t believe that you picked this film,” grinned James. “Because it’s not a chick flick?” “I should know you better by now though, shouldn’t I?” and he raised his glass and ‘chinked’ it against hers. “Nice choice though.” “Do you fancy trying to work your way through all of them? Mind you that would be a bit weird if we do them in the order they came out, as the last one is this one updated if you get me,” and she shook her head as she smirked in embarrassment, and some water from her still wet hair hit James in the face. “OI! Will you stop that,” glared James, with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Sorry,” Sophie laughed loudly. “I didn’t mean it. I forgot my hair was still wet.” “And just how do you forget something like that? You must feel it on your neck.” “My neck feels nice and cool,” she sighed as she touched her pyjamas around her neck and shoulders. “I don’t think I should have put these on as they’re a bit hot.” “No kidding,” James muttered quietly as he stared at her. He had bought her the crimson satin pyjamas for her last birthday, after he’d seen her admiring them in a shop they were in. This was only the third time he’d seen her wearing them, but each time his thoughts had run riot. It didn’t help that it was evident she had no underwear on beneath them either. “So are you up for it then?” she asked as she ate some more food. “Pardon?” James sounded shocked but then managed to erase the visions he was imagining and returned to the conversation. “Erm, I don’t think so. That would be a lot of Hannibal the cannibal.” “Spoil sport! You used to love staying up all night with me watching flicks not so long ago.” Sophie put her plate down on the coffee table and leant back and sighed; “now I’m full.” “You’ve eaten half the amount I did and it took you twice as long.” “I like to savour things and enjoy them.” “I’ll bet,” James uttered so softly that it was just a mumble. “Pardon James?” “Nothing. Here I’ll clear away.” He collected the plates and cutlery, and took them back into the kitchen and proceeded to wash them. He was just about to dry his hands when Sophie began to rub her hands over his shoulders. “James you’re tense. What’s wrong?” Her voice was caring and soft and James could feel her breath in his hair. “Dunno,” he lied. “I’ll be fine.” She turned him to face her and softly stroked his face. “Still worried about the song?” James shook his head and Sophie noticed something in his eyes. It wasn’t sadness, or anger. More like an uncertain longing. “It’ll be fine James, trust me,” she muttered tenderly as she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him in for a hug, just as they’d both done countless times before. Only this was very different. James sighed heavily into her neck as he returned her embrace and his hands clutched her quite strongly to his body, and his growing arousal was evident through the flimsy material of his shorts and her pyjamas. Sophie was unsure of what to do. If she withdrew from the cuddle James may be embarrassed so she decided to stay put, but the feel of him against her was intoxicating. As was the way he touched her, and the way he was breathing. All the emotions she had fought so hard to keep under control where flooding back and she was responding to his loving and tender touches. James tilted her head up slightly so that they both looked at each other, whilst stroking her cheek softly with his fingers. Both noticed the muddied lust in the others eyes and both went through agony over what they should do. Hands continued to stroke and caress, as their breathing became more and more erratic. It seemed to them both that their hearts were beating so loudly, that the person stood so closely next to them must be able to hear. “James,” Sophie whispered hesitantly. “I want you Sophie,” it was a guttural groan. “I don’t think I can ignore how I feel any more. Do you want me too?” “Are you sure it’s what you want James. We may lose everything if this goes wrong.” James brushed his cheek against hers and she visibly shifted into him as he asked her, “do you want me too, Sophie?” Her whole body felt like molten heat. It was like she was melting into his arms and being moulded to fit with him perfectly. She had always revelled in the way James made her feel when he embraced her but never had they touched like this before. The intensity was obvious between them; the electricity - palpable; the sexual desire-unbearable. “Yes.” James smiled wickedly to her and then she felt his lips and teeth tenderly nibbling at her lower lip, making her gasp aloud. She opened her mouth for him but he inserted his index finger rather than his tongue as his thumb and forefinger caressed her jaw. Sophie tenderly drew her nails across his midriff. Hard enough for him to feel, but not hard enough for a trace to be left. His muscles flexed under her touch as he moaned and pulled her to him. Sophie giggled despite herself, and hugged James warmly. The telephone then started ringing. “Sorry James, I’d better get that.” “No worries, go on,” and he placed a small kiss on her forehead. As soon as James heard Sophie say ‘Marie,’ he knew it would be a long conversation. Marie had recently lost her mum and brother in an accident, and had then been given the elbow by her insensitive, prat of a boyfriend. She was clinically depressed and Sophie was one of the few friends who’d stuck by her in her time of needing support. After a couple of hours James walked into the kitchen and kissed Sophie on her cheek and indicated that he was going upstairs to bed. Whilst still chatting with Marie, Sophie nodded and indicated that she didn’t think she would be long and then mouthed to him, ‘keep the bed warm.’ Shortly after, Sophie stood in the doorway of her bedroom watching James as he watched TV. She smiled to herself; James sure did look sexy. “Are you going to stand there all night or are you going to let me make love to you?” James’ voice was sultry and full of lust. “Come on over here.” Sophie walked over to his outstretched arms and joined him on the bed, snuggling into his strong chest and nuzzling at his shoulder blade. “Sorry I was so long. Hope you didn’t get too bored.” “No I was alright. Found a book to read that looked interesting,” his warm lips were brushing over her neck as his fingers opened the buttons of her pyjama top, slowly and tantalizingly. “Good.” “Any how,” grinned James sexily, “as I was looking for something to read I discovered some very interesting, erm how shall I say this? Items.” “Oh no,” and Sophie tried to hide herself. “Indeed! 3 vibrators and not one rampant rabbit or whatever the fuck it’s called,” James mumbled into her ears as he caressed her. “Why?” “Why the vibrators?” “Fuck I’m not naïve Sophie,” he laughed. “I mean why no rampant rabbit?” “Personally I think the bloody thing looks like a torture implement.” James laughed and then captured her mouth with his as he murmured into her, “now that I do understand.” “Do something for me,” Sophie whimpered as she scraped her nails across his back. “If I can babe,” James said as he smiled into her eyes. “Help me take these off,” and she looked down at the pyjama top that was wide open exposing her breasts and her pyjama bottoms that hadn’t been lowered an inch. “It’s not fair that I’m partly dressed when you’re so beautifully naked.” “You’ve got it!” he ducked his head down to her stomach and his fingers began to caress her skin just under the elastic of the waistband, and she raises her hips to him with her hands playing at the long curly hair at the nape of his neck. James lets his hands continue to tease her as his mouth moves lower down over the soft satin fabric, softly kissing her over the fabric, making her moan as she felt his warm breath over her. Then his hands joined his mouth stroking her over the deliciously soft material, dipping down between her legs and rubbing her moist sex slowly and deliberately. “James that’s so good,” Sophie uttered breathlessly. “Sophie you smell so good and you’re so wet already.” He continued to stroke her over the fabric. “See what you do to me, Bradfield?” Sophie trembled under his touch and her words had come out quietly and hesitantly. “Umm. I have wanted this for so long but was too scared to do anything. Spending this time with you made me realise how I feel.” His dark brown eyes watched her intently. “I want you to feel on top of the world.” “James, I do.” Her fingers continued to play with his hair. “Then I’ll make sure you always do. I love you Sophie.” James moved up her body slowly and captured her mouth tenderly, but very briefly. “I love you too,” Sophie moaned against him, “However I think that’s enough talking, don’t you?” “I wholeheartedly agree!” Suddenly they became a mess of limbs as they clung together in a passionate embrace and eager kiss. Janey's stories |