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| JAMES IS PISSED OFF BUT NOT FOR LONG! by Melody We walked to the stadium arm in arm, both insisting that our side would win. I was wearing the white of England and James the red of Wales. As was always the case, we sat separately, with all our other like minded supporters. The England crowd were in full voice but then I would expect nothing less from a home game at Twickenham. When the hooter blew and the final score was 47 -13 England, I was ecstatic yet apprehensive. James was always such a miserable little shit when Wales lost a game, and the fact that they had been convincingly trounced meant he would be a nightmare. I waited for him at our prearranged meeting place and he looked like he'd lost all his money, been kicked in the gonads, got soaked to the skin amongst other things. “Fancy a drink?” “Nope!” he barked, continuing to storm briskly ahead. “Erm James,” I called, “the car isn't that way.” “No it fucking well wouldn't be would it?” “Hey,” I said, pulling his arm back to get his attention. “Don't take it out on me.” “Fuck love I'm sorry,” he whined tugging me against his lovely chunky body. “You're right; how about we go get the car and stop off for pizza and booze on the way back to the hotel? I'll get some of that wine that you like.” When he stared at me with the expression that he had now, it always made me melt. That slight smile on his lips making them curve so delicately; the mischievous glint in his deep brown eyes making me buckle at the knees with a huge urge to rip his clothes off and shag him. Propriety of course dictated that I did not give in to my base urges in the throng of rugby union supporters. My sex life was one thing they wouldn't get to watch and cheer. “One condition...” “Go on,” he sighed with dread. “You eat your pudding off me.” His smile broadened. “I have a better idea,” he said jovially. “I think you can be my pudding!” I couldn't help but laugh. “Come on tiger, let's go and find the car and then go and have some real fun.” As soon as I tried to put the cardkey in the slot, James was nibbling at my neck and pushing down my jeans. “Make me feel better. Take my mind off the defeat!” “James!” I blustered. “Now I know why you wanted us to eat before we got back here. So much for the original idea of bringing a pizza back here.” “Ah,” mused James. “I can't help that I want to make love to you. It has been a long time.” “It was this morning!” “And I'm aching for you,” he winked. “You know that you won't make love on a full stomach,” he grinned wryly. “I want you to fuck me. Is that explicit enough?” I queried with a smile. James urged us both inside the room and then closed the door. “Do you know what you do to me?” “Get you hard and horny I hope,” I stated with a sly smile. “I'm wearing those crotchless knickers that you bought me. They are getting rather wet baby.” “When did you put them on?” “In the pizzeria when I went to the rest room. Another thing that you don't know is that I shaved when I was in the shower.” “You mean your cunt?” he spluttered. Those dark brown eyes almost popped out of their sockets. “James!” I had never known him to use the 'c' word before. “Your pussy then,” he obliged, “is that better?” “Yes.” He slammed me against the wall, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. “Today is as good a day as any to make babies,” he salivated. “Fuck, I love you!” “I love you too James,” I panted, my arms and legs wrapped around him. “Mother nature will prevail though.” “It's been so long,” he whined. “We haven't taken precautions for four years. We ought to have a child by now.” “I know,” I whispered to him. “The good thing is that both of us have had a clean bill of health and, until I fall pregnant, we can have lots and lots of fun!” I was hurt by his remarks although I knew that I was being stupid so I tried to conceal them as best I could. “So very very true!” he moaned, with a lascivious wink. “Of course we could always adopt. It would be good to offer an unwanted child a loving home, wouldn't it?” I hugged him, kissing his neck where I knew it would make him go weak. “Yes,” I whimpered, “yes it would. You wouldn't consider it to be a slight on your manhood?” “Nope,” he smiled brightly. “Ideally I would love for us to have our children and to adopt, but Mother Nature makes the rules, not us.” “There are lots of couples that have had difficulty conceiving until they fostered or adopted children,” I offered. “Perhaps we both want it too much?” “I think that you're right,” he winked, tugging my jeans down and taking off my jersey. “The practice is fucking great though isn't it?” “You dirty bugger James!” “Over the rugby now?” “I'll be over it all the more when I get you begging me to let you cum!” I winked at him. “Well, what are you waiting for?” <<< Melody's stories |