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A STRANGE KINDA WEEKEND by Janey

Janey looked around for her friends – they were nowhere to be seen.  Great; that was all she needed; getting lost at the festival was not on the agenda.  She glanced at her watch again, almost two hours had passed and there was hardly anyone left, apart from crew and family now.  Maybe they’d figured she had gone to meet them at the train station.  That would be a great idea apart from the fact that she had no money on her to be able to get there, and the train had gone some ten minutes ago.

In despair she ran her fingers through her hair and moaned aloud, closed her eyes, turned around: “Ouch! What the…”
Janey opened her eyes in shock.  There before her was Nicky Wire, hopping about on one foot and hissing a lot.
“Why don’t you look where you’re bloody going?” he yelled.
Well, that did it. “Oh yeah, great! Go on fucking have a go.  I only stood on your foot.  You aren’t stranded in the middle of nowhere after losing touch with your friends are you? You’re not stranded with no money are you?  Oh no!  You’ve probably got a nice four star hotel to go back to haven’t you?  Well, whoop-de-do for you!”

Nicky just stared at her open mouthed; no one but James usually spoke to him like that, and he found himself quite liking it.
Janey glared at him, and then turned on her heels and began to storm off.  Nicky chased after her. “Here now,” he said softly.  “I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to be so rude or such a drama queen. Please, why don’t you let me say sorry and try to help.”
“Why would you want to do that?” she asked as she continued striding away.  “I’ll be fine.  You’ve kinda said sorry, so let’s forget it ok?”
“Look, if you have nowhere to go, why are you in such a bloody hurry to go there?” he asked in exasperation.  When she didn’t stop walking, he grabbed her forcefully by the arm and shouted, “right, STOP, right now.”
“How dare you…” she stammered angrily.
“Now, I’ve apologised for being so bullish and rude, how about you apologise for stomping on my foot, which is still throbbing by the way, and then we can try this again, only in good humour.”

Janey stared into Nick’s eyes and was surprised to see them smiling back at her.  Their vivid blue shining brightly and with something akin to friendliness.  For all he’d raised his voice, he still seemed to be in good humour.  She shook her head, grinned to herself, and stood with a hand on her hip as the other ran raked through her messy short blonde hair, anxiously.
“I’m sorry.  It wasn’t fair of me to let you bare the brunt of my frustration at my incompetent friends.”
“Stupid question I know,” he smirked, “but everyone has a mobile these days, so why didn’t you just ring them and tell them you were still here.  Better still, why haven’t they called you to find out what happened? And, even more importantly; what’s your name?”  His blue eyes were electrically bright and had a strange calmness to them.  How she could drown in them, she pondered.
“Janey, my name’s Janey.  Ah, now that was the great start to this fucked up weekend,” she said wryly.  “Some twat stole my phone on the journey down here.”   She glanced briefly at Nick, and he seemed sad for her.  “Then I got squished when you guys were on, so they had to pull me out, and I couldn’t see you very well from where they dumped me.  All in all, it’s been a weekend to remember for all the wrong reasons.”
“Well let’s see if we can change that shall we Janey?” he proffered, holding his hand out to her.  “I’m on my way to the hotel, so come with me and you can get freshened up and use the phone to call your friends to let them know you’re ok.”
“Don’t you have a mobile then?”
“No,” he laughed.  “I hate the bloody things!”
“Besides, I don’t have any clothes to change into.  Just what I’m wearing and they stink, so freshening up is a bit of a waste of time.”
“Look, you can wear one of my t-shirts and I’m sure that at least one pair of my shorts will fit you, so stop worrying.”
“Why are you doing this?” she asked inquisitively. 
“Why not?  Come on, best not keep the driver waiting.” 

So Janey traipsed off alongside Nicky to the waiting car.  On the way to his hotel she explained to him that one of her friends, Mitch, had used his small works van to take everyone’s luggage so that they didn’t have the hassle of lugging it about.  That morning they had all re-loaded their bags in the van so that they could all get straight off when the last act finished. They couldn’t stay overnight that night as they all had to be back at work tomorrow, apart from herself because she was now officially on a weeks holiday.

Janey could do nothing other than gawp, open-mouthed, as she entered Nicky’s room.  It wasn’t a room so much as a suite and it was huge and incredibly opulent.  Nicky smiled as he watched her glide around the room, touching the furnishings and admiring the ornaments and décor.
“Boy, it’s beautiful,” she murmured in amazement.  “How the other half live huh?  This is nearly as big as my little house.”
“It’s nearly as big as mine for that matter,” he said as he laughed with her.  Janey turned to face him and smiled back warmly at him.  Nicky had been berated in the press a few times for not living in a huge house, as befits a ‘rockstar’. “So, do you want to pick something out and go get freshened up, then you can start phoning everyone.”
“Yeah, thanks.  I don’t know how I’m going to repay you for your kindness, I mean, I’ll send you a cheque to cover the train fare, but you’ve really gone out of your way for me.”
“Don’t worry about that.  I just want you to get home safely, though I’m not too keen on you going this late.  Why don’t you let me get you a room, or at least stay here and I’ll sleep on the sofa.”
“I’ve imposed on your hospitality enough already, but thank you for the offer,” said Janey with a beautiful warm smile that lit up her green eyes.
“Come on,” smiled Nicky, “sort yourself some clothes out and go and get that shower.”

Janey raided the basket of complementary toiletries that the hotel provided, and enjoyed the warm, refreshing jets of water pounding her body, helping to wake her up a little, but she had to admit to herself that she was tired, and her body ached.
She got out, wrapped her body in a huge fluffy towel, and used a smaller one to briskly rub her hair, so it wasn’t as wet.  The body lotion was wonderful but after she had applied it she realised that she had left the clothes she’d borrowed outside of the bathroom.  Cursing herself, she took a deep breath and opened the door.
“Sorry,” she mumbled nervously, clutching the towel as tightly to her body as she could.  “I’ve left those things out here.”  Then she noticed: Nicky was wearing only a brief pair of shorts and a smile.  The sight of him took her breath away; ‘fuck he’s in good shape’ she mused silently to herself.
“Oh,” whimpered Nicky as a feeble response, as his eyes took in every inch of her.
“Could you pass them for me please?”
“Erm, yeah. Sorry, of course,” he said and then grabbed them for her.  “Here you go.”
Nervously she thanked him and then scooted back to get dressed.

When she came out, they smiled nervously at each other.
“If you let me know where you live I’ll organise your train ticket for you, then you can ring everybody,” said Nicky simply.
“Erm York,” she mumbled.  Janey then sat down in a chair and sipped at the drink that Nick indicated was for her whilst he asked the reception desk to put his enquiry through.  As it was they were able to do it over the Internet for him.
“Well,” he said after some time, “you’re booked on a train in a couple of hours, and it’s a through train, so you don’t have to worry about connections and stuff.”
“Thank you so much.”
“It’s ok, and here,” he rooted in his pockets.  “Here’s some money for a taxi when you get there.  Call me to let me know you’re safe.”
“I will,” she answered earnestly.

Nicky walked down to the foyer with her, and kissed her goodbye on the cheek.
“I’ll call you I promise,” she smiled.  “And thanks again Nicky.  You’ve been wonderful.”
He waved her goodbye as the cab pulled away with a heavy feeling in his heart, and then trudged back to his room.

As he took a bottle of water out of the fridge he noticed a folded piece of paper, out of the corner of his eye, on the coffee table.  Briskly he walked across and opened it up; ‘Send the debt collectors here!’ she had written, and then left her address and telephone number.  He clutched it to his face: he could smell her on it, and smiled.  She had just made his day.

Sleepily he reached for the phone, his eyes still shut and his ears ringing from the harsh awakening.  It was Janey to let him know that she arrived home safe and well.  “Good,” he muttered almost incoherently.  “Thanks for the note.”
“I hope you didn’t mind.  It was a bit cheeky of me I know.”
“The only thing I was disappointed about was not being able to travel there tonight.  How about I come and see you tomorrow, well, later today I should say.”
“You don’t have to, I mean…”
“I WANT to.  Don’t ask me why but when I found your note I was over the moon.  I dare not make a move on you while you were here in case you thought I’d had that on my mind from the start.  This way you know that I’m prepared to put a bit of effort into it.”
“Call me when you’ve sorted the arrangements,” she said.  “I’ll come and pick you up from the station.  I hope you’re not changing any of your plans.”
“I’m not, but I wouldn’t care if I was.  I just want to get to know you a little better.”

“Well it’s late, so I guess I’d better let you get some sleep.”
Nicky sniggered. “I’ll only go back to dreaming of you wearing that towel.”
Janey giggled back.  “For what it’s worth, I can’t stop thinking of you in those short, shorts of yours.”
“You liked what you saw?”
“You might say that,” said Janey and then changed into a sultry voice and added, “you got me so wet.”  She heard Nick sigh at the other end of the phone and could hear the movement of the bedding and wondered what he was doing.  “I had to play with myself when I went back to get changed.”
“Erm, did you cum?” he stumbled.
“Yes, I did. I’m surprised you didn’t hear me moaning: I closed my eyes and pictured your tongue licking my clit, and it felt so good.  My whole pussy was throbbing at the thought of you,” she whimpered.  “Have you got a hard on, Nicky?”
“My dick’s throbbing like mad.  I wish I had you here to touch me.”
“Close your eyes and pretend it’s me when you play with yourself.  I wrap my fingers around your hard, wet cock and stroke it slowly up and down.”
“Fuck, that sounds so erotic.  I’ve never done this before,” he whined.  “Are you playing with your pussy for me?”
“Umm, I’m stroking my clit and thinking of you doing that to me.  You’re making me wet again as you dip your fingers inside of me, and fuck me,” she moaned aloud as she played with herself.  “Then your finger is swirling around my clit again, making it so hard and big.”

“Damn I swear I can feel you stroking my dick and getting me harder and hotter all the time.  Your hand is moving faster as my dick twitches in your hand, and I’m so close to losing it now.”
“Cum with me, Nicky,” whispered Janey, taking short, sharp breaths as her excitement built up over her. She threw her head back, parted her lips and moaned as her orgasm swept through her. “Oh, Nick!”
Nicky sighed and his hand pumped faster: Janey’s moaning driving his thought’s out of control.  Hearing her enjoy her climax at the other end of the phone made his mind fill with vivid, erotic images of her. 
“Oh, damn Janey,” he gasped, that familiar heat rising from deep within him and spreading all over his tall, twitching body.  Streams of warm cum pulsed over his hand, stomach and a little spurted onto his chest.
Janey moaned and smiled to herself as she heard Nicky fighting to gain control over his ragged breathing again.  Hearing someone cum when you couldn’t see them or touch them really was a huge turn on.

For a long while neither said anything, they merely listened to sound of the other, and then Janey broke the silence; “how are you feeling Nicky?” asked the sultry voice.
“I’m still recovering,” he said softly.  “That was something else.”
“Tomorrow you get to have the real thing, I hope you won’t be disappointed.”
“I could say the same, but I’m sure we’ll be fine and have the time of our lives.”
“Let me know when you get organised, Nick.  Sleep well sexy.”
“Umm, you too.  Night, Janey.”
“Night Nick.”

In their separate beds, in different parts of the country, they drifted off to sleep, with remarkably similar dreams, and happy thoughts of what the new day would bring.




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