melody_happy-new-year-2

HAPPY NEW YEAR? by Melody                                                           <<< part 1

PART 2

May woke to the smell of fresh coffee, and a full English breakfast. Blinking heavily, she saw Richey smiling.
“I thought that breakfast in bed, would be good for both of us. We expanded a lot of energy last night.” He got into bed, took the tray off the bedside cabinet that was beside him, and placed it on his thighs. “Go on, tuck in. You've got one beside you.”
May was stunned. “How did you find a shop open on New Years Day? I know that I didn't have all of this in.” She arranged the pillows behind her, sat up, and pulled the tray onto her lap.
Richey giggled. “I had it in the fridge at Rachel's, then put it into yours when you weren't looking. I thought it would be a nice way of thanking you for letting me stay over.”
“It's a lovely thought, thank you.”
“Eat, before it gets cold.”

They ate a leisurely breakfast, and watched some films in bed. It was almost six o'clock when they finally got up.
“Richey, you're looking a bit grey, do you need anything?”
“A biscuit would be good, I need to eat.”
May went to the kitchen, and returned with a side plate filled with a selection of biscuits. “I wasn't sure which you'd prefer,” she said, handing him the plate. “I'll go and get some food ready. Is there anything in particular that you would like?”
“Something light, will be fine,” he answered, munching on a digestive biscuit.
“No worries.”

Whilst May was in the kitchen, Richey took out his kit out of his bag, and checked his insulin levels by pricking a finger, and dispersing a droplet of blood onto a test strip. The result on the meter confirmed his thoughts, his levels had dropped, although they were still reasonable. He took his insulin pen, clicked it until it reached the correct dose, and inserted the fine needle into his stomach.

“You look better,” beamed May, returning into the lounge and handing him some scrambled eggs on toast. “You should have said earlier that you needed something.”
“I thought I'd be ok,” he mumbled. “I'll be fine now.”
“Do you have to inject? It's not purely diet controlled?”
“It's a bit of a bind, but better than the consequences. I still have to be careful with what I eat though.”
“Does it hurt?”
“Its more uncomfortable, than painful. I'm really self conscious about it though, and avoid injecting when there are people around me; its not pleasant for them to see.” Richey ate his meal, and watched the news on telly, rebuking May when she said that she wasn't eating, because she was still full from breakfast.

“What about tonight?” she tentatively asked Richey. “Are you staying over, or going home?”
“I'd like to stay, if that's ok,” he grinned, kissing her fingers sweetly. “I'll need more clothes tomorrow, unless you want to stay with me for a few days?”
“I'd like that. I'll pack a bag tomorrow before I drive you back.”
“We could invite James round for a bite to eat,” said Richey, waiting to gauge her reaction.
“Only for food?”
“And a few drinks.”
“No funny stuff?”
“No funny stuff.”

“Give him a call; he may have plans.”
“Knowing James as I do,” spoke Richey authoritatively, “any plans he has, will revolve around picking up a bird for a shag.”
“He's just finished a relationship...”
“SEX!” Richey interjected with gusto. “He'll want someone to shag for a few hours, with no strings attached.”
“And how do you deal with that?” The question slipped off her tongue easily, May not feeling at all embarrassed.
“I don't like it, but, that's James for you. What you have to remember, is that what I have with James, is almost classified information, top secret, and stuff. It will never be public knowledge, in fact, hardly anyone knows.”
“Don't you get jealous?”
“No, I don't. You see, those girls have him for one night; I have him all the time. Not even his last girlfriend had him all the time, and she could be a bit of a limpet at times.”
“What did he tell her when he was going out to see you?”
“The truth, well, almost. He'd tell her that he was staying over, or whatever, and that we'd be having a lot to drink, and some fun.”
May wasn't totally convinced. If James was in a relationship with a girl, how could he square it with his conscience, that he was also entitled to see Richey and not get caught? And, what about his girlfriends; did they suspect that James and Richey were more than good friends?

“What will you do when James gets married?”
“Who says that he will?”
“Come on, Richey, James has been engaged a fair few times, at least one of them being after you came back. One day, he'll do it, then what happens? Have you considered that when he falls in love, he may not want you?”
“The only way that James would stop, is if he was seeing you, but, he's not, so that's not a problem.”
“And if we work out, how long before you succumb to his attention, and have sex with him again?”
“I won't.”
“I honestly do not know how you can say that!”
“You don't believe me?”
“Put yourself in my shoes, Rich.”
“Point taken,” he conceded. “I'd certainly try NOT to sleep with him.”
May shook her head. “Oh, that's big of you! Gee, thanks.”
“We could all have the best of everything...” Richey began.
“You told me earlier, when I said about not needing James; 'Oh you do, we both do'. Stop lying to me Richey! You will NEVER stop sleeping with James, so stop with all this; 'I will try not to sleep with him,' bullshit! If I stay with you, I have to accept that James will be sharing you, and I don't know that I can.”

Richey shifted on the couch, and sat with his feet on the carpet. He had loved May for quite sometime, but now, it was all going spectacularly wrong, and he only had himself to blame; she was throwing his own words back at him. “You're right,” he conceded weakly. “I know that James will stop sleeping with me, if you and he get together. I, on the other hand, can't say the same about me and James. You see, although I love you, more than I love James, I sort of, well, need him. The only thing I know, is that I wouldn't have sex with him as often.” He screwed up his face, grimaced, lowered his head, and held it in his hands. “I'm not explaining myself very well.”
“Get dressed,” said May sternly. “I'm taking you home.”
“But, I thought...”
“I'm taking you home, so, get a shirt on, and pack the rest of your stuff into your bag.”

They went upstairs together, in silence. May put on a pair of jeans, woolly jumper and boots, and fished out her car keys, whilst Richey threw his clothes from the previous night in his bag, and put on jeans, t-shirt and denim jacket.
“I'll have to go in my best shoes,” he said quietly. “I forgot to bring my boots.”
“Just hurry up, please.”

She drove him back home, in silence, not bothering to say goodbye, when she dropped him off, outside his house. For thirty minutes, she drove around the neighbouring, snow covered streets, then decided, on a hunch, to go and see James.

“May? Oh hi, come on in,” said James, warmly grinning to her.
“I need to know one thing,” she said sombrely, declining his offer. “If I get involved with Richey, will you stop sleeping with him?”
“He told you?”
“Yes. Will you stop sleeping with him?” she asked again.
“If you were my girl, I'd stop sleeping with him.”
“That was not what I asked!” she shouted, angry at herself for getting in to such a mess.
“Richey told you that he couldn't, didn't he?” James smiled. “You'd have to share him with me, and, you can't stand it.”
“FUCK YOU!” she spat, turning on her heels, and walking to her car.
“MAY! MAY!” shouted James. “Please, come inside. I don't want to talk about this out here.”
“Fuck off!” She yelled, before getting into her car, and driving away.

Once she got home, May changed her bedding; the last thing she needed was more reminders of Richey. She then had a long soak in the bath, attempting to convince herself that she had done the right thing. If she had, why did she feel so wretched, empty, and alone? Seeing James had made things worse, there was something primal between them. Whenever they met, it was there, but since their comments at New Year, it had really brought it home to her. She had broken her own rules by sleeping with Richey on the same night that he asked her out, and, after learning about Richey and James, she was regretting it. So why then, was she thinking about having sex with James as well? She tried to convince herself that it was to get him out of her system, but, deep inside, she knew that was not the truth. She loved Richey, and he was breaking her heart with his honesty. With James, it was all about sex. They would never have a relationship, just a bit of fun. Could May really sacrifice her principles, and give in to her base instincts?

Time would soon tell.

“Bollocks!” she moaned loudly, on hearing the doorbell ring, whilst she was blathering her body in olive oil body butter. Whoever it was persisted, and huffing, May grabbed her housecoat, put it on, and went to answer the door. She checked the spyhole, and was shocked to see James.
“Let me in woman!” he yelled. “It's bloody freezing out here.”
“Sod off!”
“May, come on. We need to talk.”
“We,” she said spitefully, “have nothing to talk about.”
“Tell me that to my face,” he taunted.
Incensed, May opened the door, and James pushed his way by her, slamming the door in his wake. “Do you honestly think, that my telling Richey that we can't shag, if you and him get together, is the answer May?”

May glared at him, not saying a word.

“If,” said James after a long pause, when he realised that she wasn't going to answer, “Richey wants to be with you, his not sleeping with me, has to be HIS decision; I can't make it for him.”
“Can't, or won't?”
“Both. Look, if I say no to Richey, to keep you happy, but he still wants me, what will be the point? The only way that you will know that he'll be faithful to you, and not sleep with me, is if its his choice to tell me that its over. If I tell him, he isn't going to stop wanting it; he may even want it more.”
“Have you said all that you came to say?” she said sarcastically. “Then, go! Goodnight, James.”
“Uh-huh! Not so fast, young lady.”
“Stop being so patronising.”
“Will you listen to me?” he bellowed. “It's a measure of how much Richey cares for you, that he's been honest, and confided in you. He could have kept it quiet, and you would never have known, would you? Come on May, be honest with me, if Richey and you were dating, and he told you that he was spending the night with me, or vice versa, would alarm bells have rung?”

May paused to think; he had a point.

“Well?”
“No.”
“Richey says that he loves you, and that's why he doesn't want any secrets.”
“And I'm supposed to be thankful that he wants to keep shagging you, am I? You know, for some strange reason, I don't see it that way.”
“Now that bit, I understand you being pissed at,” said James with a sigh. “But, like I said, he's got to be the one to make the decision to end it.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever.”
“Are you so insecure May?”
“I beg your pardon?” May was outraged at his impudence.
“Clearly, you don't think that his love for you is enough. Why else would you beg me to end it with him?”
“You idiot!” she hurled at him. “Richey told me, that is why I asked you! Don't you listen? You are one conceited bastard! That's why I went to your home...I told you there...”
“And again I say, you are insecure. I know, despite what ever doubts or thoughts that dear Richey has on the subject, that he would not cheat on you. He would hate himself too much.”
“So why...”
“...Did he say it?” James mused, “I don't know. You need to ask Android the answer to that. The only way that Richey would still sleep with me, is if you agreed that he could. Or, if it was all of us, together, having fun.”
May viewed him with suspicion; he sounded contrite, and honest, but was he playing games with her? “I need a drink.”
“Can I have a little snifter too?”
“I meant a hot drink.”
“Fine,” he said, “if you're making one, I won't say no.”
“No, but I might.”
“May, please,” he pleaded, following her into the kitchen. “What harm can giving a frozen man, a hot drink do?”
“Then you go home.”
She turned and faced him. James smiled and nodded to her, relieved when she began making some coffee.

The coffee machine began gurgling, and May stood against the kitchen sink, gazing out at the steadily falling snow.
James joined her. “It's beautiful, isn't it?”
“Until you have to go out in it,” she said with a slight titter.
“Tell me about it,” agreed James. “It was worth it though, to see you.”
“Stop with the lines, James.”
“It isn't a line,” he whispered, his gloved hands holding her around her waist.
“James, please,” she whimpered, getting lost in the magic of his touch, and voice.
“There's no Richey,” he sighed. “You aren't cheating.”
“No, but you are!” She spun round, and slapped his face. “Get out of here, before I knee you in your balls, and you have to crawl out.”
“May!”
“GET...OUT!” She pushed him firmly in his chest, making him stagger backwards.
“No you don't!” he yelled back, pushing her against the wall, forcing both his legs between hers, to stop her from hurting his crotch.
“LET ME GO!” May attempted to wriggle free, but he had her firmly pinned, and in his grasp.

“Kiss me.”
“Fuck off.”
“Kiss me.” He was more insistent.
“Fuck off!”
“Now May, that isn't very polite, is it?”
“FUCK YOU!”
“You'll get the chance, but a kiss to start things off would be good, don't you think?”
“You arse...”
“Now, now! That really is no way for a lady to behave.”
The way that he was smirking at May, made her want to hit him, and yet, for some unfathomable reason, she was getting turned on by him. She recalled what she had told him, at the party, about wanting to fuck him; it was out of character, but the truth. Had James and Richey been able to tap into her secret desires, and make her act on them? It certainly seemed so.

“James,” said May, her voice unsteady. “I want you to go.”
“Why? All I want is a kiss.” He brushed her cheeks with glove covered thumbs.
May fought to control her breathing; her eyes filled with worry and concern. Hesitantly, she began to speak: “Because, I don't think that I can trust myself with you.”
James rubbed his steadily warming face against hers, and sighed. “May, I don't know what it is, but I do know that we want the same thing; you told me so.”
“James, this is turning into a nightmare.” She began crying.
“Oh May, come on love,” he said gently, holding her lovingly in his arms. “Don't get upset.”
“Don't get upset?” She wiped away some tears, sniffed, and glared at him. “I start dating Richey; DON'T argue about the phraseology, James! We have sex, and then, he tells me that you two are lovers, and that he wants me to shag you, with him watching. Oh, and, to really spice it up, my hormones seem to go haywire when I'm with you! I think I have every right to be upset.”
“We can all have the best of everything; it's up to you.”
“James, I believe in monogamy.”
“More fool you,” he sighed, still holding her.
“I know, I know; either I share Richey with you, or, I don't get to be with either of you.”
“Richey won't stay with me for long, not if you say yes to him.”
“And what if I don't want to stop having sex with you?” May groaned aloud, as soon as her words left her mouth. “You are confusing me! One minute it's, 'we can all have the best of everything,' then it's, 'Richey won't stay with me for long.' You are not helping me!”

“I need to take this lot off,” he said, motioning down to his coat, gloves, hat and scarf. “No kneeing me in the goolies ok?”
“I promise.”
James took a step back, and took off his coat, putting over the back of one of the kitchen chairs, he then put the other items on the table. “That's better,” he grinned, and took May back into his arms. “If I'm honest, the only thing that I am sure of, right now, is the way that you make me feel.”
“Ditto,” she mumbled.
“We have been fighting this for a long time, and those closest to us, are all too aware of that as well. If it has to be me to end it with Richey, so that you'll see him, I will. All that I ask, is that you give me tonight.” His voice was soft, with no pressure. He held her loosely in his arms, his eyes pleading with her to say yes.
Most women he could take or leave, but May was different. He thought about her – a lot. Whenever he was in her company, he tried to get her alone, so that he could talk with her, and maybe, even have a kiss and a grope (he never had.) The mention of her name, made him tingle, and that scared him. The way that he wanted her, frightened him. Richey had always been known as the Manic who didn't believe in love, but in fact, it was James. For James there were three possible stages of a relationship; sex, boredom, and jealously. Whilst the sex was good, he stayed. As soon as he got bored, he'd be off, hunting for another girl. Not that he had to hunt very hard; they threw themselves at him. He had never wanted anyone the way that he wanted May, though.

“I, I daren't.” May was trembling.
“Why not?”
“You know why.” She closed her eyes, and shook her head. “What sort of woman would it make me James? I slept with Richey really quickly, and, before the bed's had a chance to get cold, I'm thinking of having sex with you.”
“You kicked him out of bed?”
“I was speaking metaphorically. You'll be pleased to learn that I have changed the bedding.” The realisation of what she had said, hit her. She had practically agreed to sleep with James.
James cupped her face in his hands. “I want you May.” Slowly his mouth edged closer to hers, until his lips were pressing against her own, waiting for her to make the next move.
May whined deep in her throat. Nervously she began to plant tiny kisses on his lips, her body shifting closer to his. “James...” she whispered.
“Yes?”
“Kiss me.” With a smile on her lips, she winked at him, and placed her arms over his shoulders. “I have denied myself this, for far too long.”
Although it was what she wanted, May couldn't believe that she was being so forthright. With James and Richey,she had reacted so differently to how she usually did.   She felt as though her body was awakening, wanting to show her what pleasures were there for her to experience, if only she could let her guard down, and follow her instincts, and emotions. For once she didn't want to behave 'properly.'

“STOP!” she suddenly yelled, pushing him away.
“Now what?”
May walked to the kitchen table, and sat on one of the chairs. “The problem is, that you've been contradicting yourself, and, Richey was doing the same. One minute he's telling me that he'll stop seeing you, and that you have reluctantly agreed; then he says you both have some kind of pat to sleep with me. You're as bad! I get the distinct impression, that you're both playing games with me,” she accused.
“No, May...”
“What was the plan? Were you going to compare notes, once you'd both had me in bed?”
James knelt on the floor beside her, holding her hands in his. “I want you because of what you do to me. Richey wants you because he says that he's in love with you. Me and Rich, sure we're close, and we're mates, but it's different to how we feel about you. And, Richey is definitely NOT in love with me.”
“But you'll still want each other?”
James rubbed his face with his left hand, then raked his fingers through his hair. “Possibly. I'm sorry, but I can't give you a definite yes or no to that.”
“Do you love him as a mate, or more?”
“Love doesn't exist. All there is, is sex, jealousy and boredom.”

“So no girl has ever broken your heart?”
“I've been hurt,” he conceded. “Though mostly its been my own fault, staying with someone when the sex has got routine.”
“Why all of the engagements?”
“Simple, they were women who were great in bed, and, rather foolishly, I thought that it would always be like that.”
May shook her head in dismay. “The frantic sex a couple has at the start of a relationship, when you can't stop shagging, never lasts. That doesn't mean that the sex isn't good.”
“When you only have sex once a week, something is wrong.”
“Not necessarily,” May said back to him. “Not when you consider work, and maybe children. Less sex doesn't have to equate with bad sex.”
“Perhaps you have been lucky then.”
“Perhaps,” she said forcefully, “I am more realistic.”
“Or too easily pleased!” he hurled back at her angrily. “Maybe once a week is acceptable to you, but, it isn't to me.”
“Quality, not quantity James,” she taunted. “You may not have as much sex later on, but usually you understand your partner more, and that can make it last longer, and be more fulfilling. Although there should always be room for a frantic quickie, when you're both horny.”
“typical woman's point of view.”

“You know James,” she said sweetly, “it's always possible that the sex got stale and boring because of you. Perhaps if you took the time to understand how a woman's body worked, and what would make a woman react, you wouldn't have the boredom problem.”
“I know all the right buttons to push!” he said defensively.
“It is not about pushing bloody buttons! No two women respond the same way.”
“You all like the same stuff!” He got off the floor, and sat on one of the chairs.
“No James, we don't.”
“You all like oral sex.”
“Some women don't,” she smiled. “Neither to give or receive.”
“You all like having your clit rubbed.”
“How?”
“What?”
“How? How do women like to be stimulated?”
“Firmly, and fast.”
“Ouch!”
“What? It makes them moan a lot, and scream sometimes.”
“How would you react if I scraped your dick with a cheese grater?”
“I'd kill you.”
“You'd moan a lot, right? Maybe scream as well?”

James blushed, and stared at the floor. “I've always done it like that, and that's how it's done in pornos.”
“Porno's aren't real. A little bit of firmness is ok, too much and you'll make a woman sore. By the sound of things, your sexual technique needs a lot of tweaking; you aren't the stud you think. Do you listen when they tell you what they want?”
“I always tell them, that I know how to make them cum, and to let me get on with it, my way.”
“Is it the same with Richey?”
James started laughing. “Nope, the little sod never shuts up! He's always telling me how he wants it.”
“And,” May paused, finding it difficult, “what about when he's pleasuring you?”
“He always asks what I want, and tells me to let him know what I need.”
“There you go! Communication helps you achieve great sex. Hence the reason why Richey is under the misguided notion, that you, are one hell of a lover, when actually, you're a selfish DICKHEAD!”
James growled deep in his throat, angry that his sexual prowess was being questioned. “And I suppose that Richey was perfect?” he said sarcastically.
“I have no complaints; each time was different.”

They sat silently for a few minutes, James not knowing how to respond, and May not wanting to provoke him further. Unable to sit in the interminable, strained silence, May got up, and stared out of the window, watching the snow that was continuing to fall.
“Show me,” whispered James, getting up and moving to her.
“Show you what?” She could see his reflection in the glass of the window, and knew that she was about to feel his arms around her.
“Show me, how to make love to you, and make you happy.” His warm plump lips pressed against her neck, making her sigh and close her eyes. “I want to discover you, May.”
“You mean my body,” she corrected. “You can't discover me, because you already know me.”
“Let me,” he simpered in her ear, “take you to bed.”

She turned in his arms, smiled, and kissed him. “On one condition...”
“I'll stop seeing Richey,” said James, not giving her the chance to finish.
“I wasn't going to say that,” she said softly, kissing his lips.
“Go on...”
“If we go to bed now, you watch me masturbate so that you know how I like to be touched, and where.”
“I know where you like to be touched – your clit.”
“Not all of the time. Are you prepared to find out about my body James? If you're paying me lip-service, you can go.”
“What I want, is to make you happy May. I want you to be fulfilled, and yes, I'll listen to what you want, and watch what you do.”
“And you'll tell me what you want? Talking about sex when you're in bed can be stimulating, you know.”
“It's stimulating when you're not in bed as well!” he giggled, adjusting his crotch.
“Or maybe you would like a blow job, right here?”
“In front of your window?” James was shocked. “Someone might see.”

May unzipped him, freed his dick, and went down on her knees. “Good! They'll be thinking how lucky you are.”
“Oh yes!” James cried, when May's tongue flicked over the head of his penis. He fumbled, until he managed to undo the button to his jeans, and pushed them, and his boxers, down to his knees.
May flicked her tongue out again, tasting the small pool of pre cum. “You taste good, James,” she drawled. “I wanna taste more of you; I want you to cum in my mouth.”
“Please, suck my dick before I burst.”
“Watch me,” she commanded, and then she took the whole of his massive length in her mouth.
“Oh May!” he gasped, rocking his pelvis to the tempo that he wanted her to use on his dick. May immediately altered the pace, and each time he altered his thrust, she changed the speed at which she sucked him. “Oh that's so good honey. Get ready, I'm gonna cum.”
May swallowed all of his warm, slightly salty ejaculate, kissed the tip of his penis briefly, then stood up in front of James.

“How did you know how I liked it?” asked James, cupping her face tenderly in his big, strong hands.
“You told me.” May gave him a quick kiss.
“I didn't say a word,” he said in confusion.
“Yes you did; the way you rocked your pelvis to indicate how fast or slow you wanted it. And there was the way you sometimes pushed my mouth further onto your crotch, to indicate depth, and, the way that you sighed and moaned. They told me everything.”
He blushed, and held her tightly. “Ok, now I understand. I seem to recall something about going to bed, and me watching you masturbate...or is that a no-no now?”
“It's still on, if you want it to be?”
“I do,” he grinned. “I think I'm going to learn a lot tonight.”
“Shall we go and find out?” she asked with a smile. “You'd better put your clothes on properly, or, you'll be falling down the stairs, and we don't really wanna spend the night in A&E do we?”
James shook his head, and kissed her deeply and passionately. When they parted he gave her an Eskimo kiss, and caressed her face. “May, I love you,” he sighed.
“There is no such thing as love, remember?”
“Touché!”
“This is supposed to be about fun and sex, nothing more. This triangle is complicated enough, without you making it worse, by saying things like that to me.”
“I'm sorry, it's just that...no one has made me feel this way before.”
“One night, you said.”
“Lead me to your boudoir, mademoiselle,” he said with a smile. “We're wasting precious time.”

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