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| ROSES IN THE HOSPITAL by Ladymozzy PART 2 Helen had been positively bouncing for the past two months. Amy had sworn her to secrecy about the details of the gig they had been invited to. Some how, it had never got out who the guy Amy had saved was. Helen had kept her word and told no one and here they were at Amy’s flat, waiting for taxi to arrive. Amy was looking forward to seeing James again. She was a little nervous too. “Jeez, Amy, have you seen this?” shouted Helen. Amy went over to the window. James had said he would arrange everything for the girls. He said he would send a taxi to get them, outside stood a chauffer-driven Bentley to take them to a hotel. The girls looked at each other wide-eyed, grabbed their bags and ran out side to take their seats. The hotel was jaw-droppingly gorgeous. A porter took them to their rooms. Alice nearly fainted when she saw hers. The porter carried on up the corridor and unlocked Amy’s room for her. There was a bunch of flowers in a vase on the coffee table and an envelope. She sat down on the sofa and opened the envelope. Inside were two backstage passes, two tickets and a note. Helen would be ecstatic at the prospect on back stage passes so Amy decided to leave that as a surprise. The note said the taxi would pick them up at 7pm. Amy phoned Helen, who was already enjoying her jacuzzi bath and a glass of wine. They agreed to meet at the bar at 6.30pm. Amy put the television on and curled up on the sofa. She was looking forward to the gig. She’d been listening to all the albums on her MP3 player for the last two months. Hearing James voice had been a kind of therapy. She’d found it quite soothing, not to mention sexy. Just as she was beginning to day dream, there was a knock at the door. It was James holding two packets. He walked in and handed one to Amy. “What is it?” “Fish and chips, it’ll be late when we get back” “What about Helen?” “Ah, don’t worry, Nick’s taking her some,” he said with a wry smile. Amy chuckled and joined James on the sofa. They talked about uni, recording studios and licorice allsorts. “Right, I have to go, come back stage after the gig, it’ll be cool to see you.” James said giving her a kiss on the cheek before leaving. When Amy arrived in the bar, Helen had a huge smile on her face. The “taxi” (a BMW) arrived ready to take them to the gig. When they got there, Amy handed Helen her ticket and backstage pass. As the support band attempted to warm the crowd up, they headed for bar. Helen was downing a worrying amount of vodka. Amy stuck to the lager. They took their positions for the main performance. There was a huge roar when the band came out. They blasted through half the set. When it was time for James’ acoustic part, Helen scurried of to the bar and arrived back with more drinks. James was announcing his last acoustic number. “This song is for Amy, I owe you one,” Amy stood speechless and James sang a beautiful version of small black flowers. She knew she had just fallen completely in love with James. After the gig, the girls fought their way through the crowd and got backstage. They were finding their way around when they bumped into a very sweaty James. Amy smiled at him and he put his arms around her waist and hugged her. “So, what did you think of the gig?” James asked Amy, still holding on to her. “It was amazing, I loved small black flowers, thank you.” She replied. Amy realised she’d lost Helen. James reassured her that she’d be fine and that Nicky was would be looking out for her. Amy was still worried, as she’d drunk much vodka that evening. James led Amy through to the dressing room; there was Helen and Nicky drinking wine (out of a bottle) and having a great time. “I don’t think they’ll notice if we go back to the hotel and get a quiet drink,” James gave Amy a cheeky smile. He was right. There were enough people about to make sure Helen got back to the hotel ok. Amy agreed to James’ plan and they slunk out of a back exit to a waiting car. Back at the hotel, they went to James’ room. Well room was possibly a little understated, it not far off the size of her flat. It did have a bottle of fizzy stuff cooling in a bucket, James popped the cork and poured two glasses, handing one to Amy. They sat down on the sofa and talked and drank for a while until James decided to go for a shower. Amy carried on drinking, starting to feel very relaxed. She even wolf whistled when a damp looking James emerged from the bathroom in a pair of boxers. The sight of his gorgeous body made Amy’s heart flip. It was almost disappointing to see him put jeans and a TV shirt on. He joined her on the sofa again and poured them more wine. They sat, drinking and talking, both getting more intoxicated and more flirtatious. When James asked if Amy wanted to stay in his room, she managed to at least consider the proposition for all of 3 seconds before saying yes. James grabbed her keycard and went to get her stuff. Amy got undressed down to her underwear and slipped beneath the cool white sheets of the bed. She closed her eyes and began to dream of all the dirty things she’d like James to do to her. She slipped her hand under the waistband of her pants and began to stroke between her legs. Slowly at first, then building up a little speed. She could feel herself becoming moist. She played out a scene in her head where James made love to her in the shower. She became so engrossed with her fantasy that she didn’t notice James get back with her stuff. She nearly had a heart attack when he blew in her ear. “Oooh god I’m so sorry,” she said leaping up James laughed, “What’s to be sorry about, you looked like you were enjoying yourself. He put his arms around her waist and kissed her “I’d love to know what you were thinking about,” he whispered in her ear. Amy described her fantasy to James. With a wicked smile, he led her to the bath room. It, like the rest of the room, was huge and the shower was part of a wetroom. Once he’d undressed, he kissed Amy, not just on the lips, all over her body. They both stood under the shower head until they were soaked. Amy stroked James’ cock, which made him groan. She carried on until James looked ready to cum then she stopped. A breathless James knelt down in front of her and used his tongue to stroke her swollen clit. He held James head, guiding it to where gave her the most pleasure. Before Amy got to the point of no return he stood up, parted her legs, and guided his manhood into her. Holding on to her bum, he thrust into her, making Amy groan. The climax was every bit as good as she hoped and when James followed suite moments later, she was pretty sure it was as good as he’d hoped to. <<< Ladymozzy's stories |