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| Wherever We May Roam By: White Oyster ---------------------- Day One. -------------------- Day 1. My name is Penny, I’m 19 years old, and I’m almost famous. Yeah, believe me, almost. One day, my band will get tons of awards, and one day, Gibson will design signature guitars for me. Gotta believe it, really. But I’m not famous yet. My band is nammed Racoon, and we’re getting ready to realize our greatest dream : tour with Metallica. I’ve always loved Metallica. My brother Karl brought The Black Album home when I was 6. A couple of months later, I got my first guitar. It was red and white, and kinda small. But I loved it. My best friend Roy got a guitar for his 8th birthday. And we deceided to start a band. Now, 11 years and two albums later, we’re sitting in some crazy hotel hall with Kirk Hammet and Bob Rock. Woah. Kirk said he would let me try some of his guitars. I’m still thinking I’m gonna wake up or something, but nothing happens. I’m awake. I’m not dreaming. Today is the first day of this tour. We have our first show tomorrow night in San Diego. But until then, we have time to get ready. "So, are you guys excited ?" Kirk asked, showing enthousiasm. "Hell yeah man ! I can’t wait for tomorrow night. I just hope the Metallifans won’t throw stuff at us or anything." said Miles, our drummer. "Are we ever gonna meet James ?" I asked. "I mean, we’ve been with you guys for the whole day, but none of us saw James. I’d like to meet him. I’m also a fan, don’t forget that." "Ha, don’t worry, he’ll show up in the evening I guess." said Kirk, who was obviously amused by the fact that I really wanted to meet him. I had dinner with some of the Metallica crew, and then went back to my room, very disappointed by the fats that James didn’t show up. I was getting ready to sleep when someone knocked. I got up, opened the door and saw Him. He was standing there, smiling. "Hey, I hope I’m not waking you up or anything. Kirk said you wanted to see me." "Hu…yeah..hem…Nice to meet you !" I said, trying not to sound too stupid, failing at it. He wished me good night, and went back to his room. I shut the door and fell onto my bed, totally happy. Day 32. Now we’ve been touring for a month. Touring is hard and tiring, but it’s also lots of fun. This morning, Lars and I deceided to annoy Rob all day long. And it worked. We wera always pinching him, or pulling his hair, or joking about bass solos he can’t play. Haha. Lars is a really cool guy. I thought he would be really self centered and serious, but he’s not. He’s everything but that ! Rob is also a cool guy. He always has a good joke to tell, plus he’s really kind and helpful. The ideal friend. And Kirk.. Ha, Kirk. I remember spending hours wathcing Metallica videos, focusing on his hands and shake my head in disbelief. He’s so amazing. He taught me a few tips, but I have to admit that, after all, I can play most of the stuff he can play. Hehe. I forgot one. James. What can I say about him ? We get along so well. We’re always together, having stupid conversations about the world. We laugh so much when we’re together. I’m getting attached to him. He’s so..special. So human. I never thought he would be like that. But something is going on. He’s been acting weird with me these days. One day, he’ll be all nice and sweet, holding me in his arms and stuff, and the next day he’ll be so fucking distant and rude. I just don’t get it. And whenever I try to talk about it with Lars, he tells me that I shouldn’t worry about that. Yesterday, he decieded to stay with us during our pre-show reharsal. He sat down, and watched us play. Actually, he watched ME play. I could feel his eyes on me. Whenever I’d look at him, he would smile and wink at me. And then he acted distant. So fucking distant. I don’t understand. Day 51. Yesterday, after we were done with the tuning room, I went in the dressing room and deceided to take a nap. I was lying on the sofa, in a kind of ambiant darkness, looking at the ceiling through the semi-shadow. The room was empty. In the next room, I could hear Metallica reharsing for the show. The music stopped, and I heard a knock on the door. "Come in," I said, in a hardly audible voice. "Hey Penn it’s me" said James, in quite a low voice too. "Can I sit down for a minute ? I’m exhausted." I raised my back a little, waiting for him to sit down. When he did, I laid back on his tighs, leaning my head against his not so small belly. "Is it ok if I stay like that ?," I asked, already knowing the answer. "Sure, you’re like a talking blanket." As usual, we talked about nothing and everything. The usual bullshit. But, for once, something went another way. A little hesitantly at first, James started to run his fingers through my hair. I closed my eyes, and kept on talking. We joked about many things for a while, when all of a sudden, he said something I wasn’t expecting at all. "How do you see me Penny ? What do I mean to you ?" I opened my eyes, seeing that he was looking at my face. "Ha, well, I don’t know James.. I mean..I wasn’t expecting such a question." "Just try to tell me," he said. I looked at his face, studying it carefully, and whispered : "I don’t know. I’m not sure James. I’d say to anyone who’d ask that you’re a great friend, a man that I can trust. But since you asked me…maybe you’re a little more than that. But I’m not sure." He seemed lost for a second. Before he could say anything, I saked him to sing something to me. "What ? Why ?" he said. "Sing the Unforgiven," I said, with a smile. He smiled back at me, and started singing. He kept on running softly his fingers through my hair, and put his left hand on my stomach, looking for a kinda of approval into my eyes. As an answer, I took his hand in mine, softly caressing it. I closed my eyes, and delighted myself with each word he said. When he pronounced the last one, I felt him bending a little, and kissing my forehead lightly. I opened my eyes and smiled. You know what you mean to me James ? You mean a lot. Probably much more than you think. » He smiled back at me and held my hand firmly. After quite a long silent moment, he finally said : "It crossed my mind. Several times. But I don’t know what to think, how to act. I mean, you’re only 19…How could you ever want of me?" And he suddenly stopped, and started to mumble stuff about himself "God, I’m a fucking idiot..I should never have said that…" "James, look at me." He raised his eyes, looking into mines. I ran my hand through his blonde hair, and whispered : "I don’t know what I want either. But I know that I don’t want you to feel bad about it." We stared at each other for a long time. His head came closer and closer to mine. He stopped, milimeters away from my face. "I’m dying to kiss you. Do you allow me to do it ? » I smiled and put my hand on his neck. "Of course," I said, pulling him closer to me. He lightly brushed his lips against mines, before leaning back and saying "Next time, can I kiss you without asking for it ?" I laughed. "Of course you can !." We smiled at each other. "Wait. What are we gonna do now ?" He asked, his smile fading away. "About what ? About is ?" I asked, not really sure of what he was talking about. "Yeah, about us. I don’t know how I exactly feel, I’m not sure. Plus…I can’t get this out of my head, but..I’m so old compared to you Penn !" I remained silent. I didn’t know what to answer. I looked at him, searching for his eyes. He finally looked at me. He lloked sad. It was the first time I saw him like that. Sad. I finallt broke the silence. "How are you feeling right now James ?" "Good. Good because I’m with you, and you always make me feel good. And bad at the same time. Bad because I can’t be with you.. I won’t let you waste your life with an old idiot like me." So many things came into my head. I didn’t what to say. "This is all so complicated…But there’s one thing I want you to know : all the time I spent with you was everything but wasted James. Everything. Now there’s just one thing I wanna ask you." "What ?" he asked. "A kiss." And softlt, lightly, he kissed me. Once. And twice. Our lips parted for a minute that we spent looking into each other’s eyes. Then he closed his eyes, and kissed my again. Our lips met, brushed against each other’s for a while. Then he slightly opened his mouth, making the kiss more passionate, letting his tongue entering my mouth. I was totally carried away. He crawled on top of me, and before I could say anything, started to kiss me again, directly slipping his tongue into my mouth. I let out a moan, quickly followed by James’. My hands were wandering on his back, under his t shirt, scratching, rubbing, stroking, all at the same time. His moans became a bit louder as I stroked him lightly on the sides of his body. He didn’t break the kiss though. His right hand was on my cheek, sftly caressing it, and his left hand moved to my hip, firmly holding me against his body. He moved his legs a little, and I could feel his hard on against my thigh. And the door opened at this right moment. All I said was "Oh fuck !" It was Lars. He was standing there, looking at us, not saying anything. After a whole minute, he finally said "What the hell are you guys doin' in here ? Did I interrupt something ?" James suddenly got up, and left the room very quickly, not giving me, or Lars, a single look. I got up, and looked at Lars, in disbelief." Lars, I like you a lot, but right now, I feel like smashing a guitar on your fucking head." He looked a bit embarrasses at first, and then said, smiling : "He, just give me five seconds to run. Then try to catch me !" And he ran out of the room. I didn’t move though. I stood there, wondering what James and I had done. Was it a good thing ? Of course I wanted it. I wanted it to go further than that . But maybe it’s better that way. He ignored me during the rest of the day. And today..today, I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how I feel about him. I can’t stand the fact that he’s ignoring me. He can’t act that way. It’s hurting me. I care too much about him, and I know I shouldn’t. He’s married, he has quite an unstable life and all… But I can’t get him out of my head. He still feel his warm lips over mines, he tender embrace, his smell, his skin against mine… I wondered what would have happened if Lars wouldn’t have interrupted us. I’m gonna go have breakfast. Maybe James will talk to me. And if he doesn’t, I’ll talk to him. He’s there, in front of me, sitting alone , sipping some coffee. "Hey James. Slept well ?" No answer. "I said, HEY James. How are you ?" Still no answer. He’s not even looking at me. "Ok, what’s the matter with you man ? What have I done ? You’re all sweet and loving with me, you’re all over me, kissing me, holding me…and now, you fucking reject me ! What’s your problem ?" He finally looks at me. He looks really tired, his eyes are kinda red. He finished his coffee and said. « I had a bad night. Just leave me alone. "His voice was cold, there was absolutely no emotion in the words he said. He lowers his head, staring at the table. A tear falls from his eye and crashes on a white plate. « James, man, don’t cry..?" I say, puttin my hand on his shoulder. And suddenly, he got mad, he strongly pushed me away and yelled "I said, leave me the fuck alone !" I didn’t say a word. There’s nothing I can say. Nothing I can do right now. I’d better go back to my room. While walking away towards the hall, I heard him cry, and then slamming a door. I’m all alone in my bedroom, and I’m crying. I’m afraid. And I’ll have to pretend that I’m fine in front of everyone else. Mostly in front of my closest friends, in front of my band. They’re all staring at me. All of my band mates. It’s obvious that I’ve been crying. "Come on Penn, tell us what happened ??" asked Roy with concern in his voice. "It doesn’t matter guys, seriously. Just some family stuff, I fought with my brother on the phone, nothing too bad." "Are you sure it’s the real reason ?" asked Miles. "Cause I saw you fighting with James this morning. You know you can tell us." I can’t tell them. I don’t want everyone to act weird in front of James or anything. Plus it’s none of their business. I mean, I don’t want James to find out that I told them everything. "I told you guys. I fought with my brother. Nothing more. End of conversation." It’s night. I’m lying in my bed. After the show I tried to find James, but nobody seemed to know where he was. Except Lars. But he wouldn’t tell me where he was. He said he needed to be left alone. I’m so confused right now. I’m afraid I made a big mistake. Day 52. Today’s a day off. It’s really a good thing, cause we don’t have many days off, and I really need some time to think. It’s really early, but I think I’m gonna go for a walk. We’re in Florida. I love this place, though the air is kinda sticky. But it’s really beautiful. I’m trying to take lots of pics. Then, when I’m home, I’ll do a big photo album, so I’ll never forget this tour, this great cities, these people… Talking about these people, I wonder if James is back today. Blah whatever, he won’t talk to me anyway. I get out of the hotel, and start to wander around. It’s a really nice place. Our hotel is facing the beach, and at this time of day, it’s completely desert. Perfect place to relax. Well, actually, there is someone on the beach. He seems to be asleep. Guess he slept there. Why would he be there so early otherwise ? Wait a minute. I know that guy. Let’s get closer just to make sure…Holy fuck !! James ! He seems to be unconcious. What am I gonna do ? He’s not waking. He’s hardly breathing. What the fuck happened ?! He needs help. Have to go back and tell everyone. And call 911. Day 53. Yesterday probably was the worst of the tour so far. After discovering James on the beach, I went back to the hotel and called 911. All of the members of both band’s crew went out to see what was going on.The whole Metallica family was completely panicked. Everyone was talking, trying to understand what happened. I didn’t say a single word. I was sitting next to James, holding his hand, and hoping that this was just a bad dream. And that I would wake up soon. But instead of my alarm clock I heard the first-aid workers cars coming by. Four guys arrived with a stretcher and tried to put him onto it very slowly. They asked Kirk lots of questions about James, and asked him who was the last one who saw him before he passed out. "Hu..I guess it was me." said Lars, moving towards the first aid guy. "When I left him, after the show, he said he would go for a walk. I guess he needed to spent some time alone. So he left. And that’s… " Lars was interrupted by Gio, who camed running from the opposite side of the beach : "Guys, guys ! Look what I found... " He led us a few meters away from where we were standing, and we discovered a dozen of beer cans, and a half-empty bottle of whiskey. "No… " said Lars, shaking his head. "Ok, so now, we know what’s wrong, " said one of the first aif guys. "Let’s go to hospital." Lars grabbed my arm and asked me if I wanted to go in the car with James. "Can she go with you guys ?" he asked to the guys who were carrying the stretcher. "Yeah, ok. You’re his wife ?" asked one of them. "No." Lars looked at me and said "Go. I’ll call Fran on the way to hospital." I couldn’t believe what was going on. James was still unconcious when we arrived at the hospital. One of the doctors seemed very alarmed at his state. Within a few minutes, they all disappeard in a room, leaving me alone in the endless white corridor. I sat down on a chair nearby the ER main door, and waited for everyone to arrive. Kirk, Bob Rock and Gio were the first ones there, quickly followed by Lars and Rob. "Well, I called Fran," said Lars. "She…hu..she said she wanted to know how he was feeling exactly in order to deciede if she would come over here or not. She said Florida is too far away for a hangover." "I can’t believe he drank. I thought it was over. He said he was past that." I said, staring at my feet. They all sighed, and I believe they also were looking at their feet. We waited for hours. Sometimes, Lars would get up to ask what was taking so long. But he got no answer. I was starting to be scared. I didn’t know what was going on, and I had the feeling that James wasn’t well at all. Would he make it ? I didn’t know. Nobody did actually. At 5pm, a doctor came to us. "You’re all with Mr Hetfield ? I’m sorry, but your friend is in a critical state. He has lots of alcohol in his blood. We did our best, but he’s in a coma. We don’t know when he’s going to wake up, if he ever wa.." "NO !" Kirk shouted, letting his head fall onto Lars’ shoulder. "Can…can we see him ?" I asked, in a kind of squeaky voice. "Yes, but just one person at a time. And talk to him. We believe it can be helpful sometimes." said the doctor. I looked at everyone around me and said : "Go guys. I’ll go after you. I’d rather be the last one." Kirk got up. He came back 10 minutes later, he looked in shock. He sat down next to Lars and said : "I can’t believe it man…why ? What happened ?" Lars got up, and came back 30 minutes later. He didn’t say a word. An hour later, it was my turn. Lars grabbed my arm and said : "I’ll be out calling Fran. I’ll drive you back to the hotel, ok ?" "No..I think I’ll stay here. Just in case…" "Are you sure ?" he asked. "Yeah. Don’t wait for me." I was facing the door. I slowly opened it. He was there, lying, not moving. He looked peacefully asleep. I sat down next to him, and took his hand into mine. "Listen, James. I don’t know if you can hear me, I don’t know what happened…But I just wanted you to know that I’m sorry if I said or did things I shoudn’t have done. I mean it. I don’t know why you drank. I didn’t know you were feeling so bad. If you had let me, I would have helped. But I didn’t know…Maybe I should have seen it all, but I suck at guessing things. Now you just have to know that whatever happens, all of your friends are there for you. We all care so much about you. I care so much about you. Just don’t leave me. Please. Don’t leave us. We need you." Of course, nothing happened. I knew that nothing would happen. He was in a coma. But…I don’t know. I hoped…I was facing the truth. The sad truth. I bursted into tears. It was just too much. I kissed his forehead and went out. I spent the whole night wandering in the white corridor. And this morning, I went back to the hotel. We decieded to cancel the rest of the tour. We don’t know what’s gonna happen. Now, it’s 3pm, and we’re gonna go to the hospital. We’ll see if James can be transfered to SF instead of staying there. Day 60. It’s been a week. And he’s still asleep. The only difference is that now he’s in SF. He was transfered there three days ago. His wife came to see him. Lars talked with her during a long time. She didn’t look at me. I said hi, but she didn’t reply. I’m gonna go and see James today. Just like every other day. The doctors allowed me to take my guitar there, so I can play for him. I heard that music can help sometimes. It’s 2pm. I’m sitting in his room, with my guitar in my hands. I’m playing. Everything I can play. But nothing’s happening. I can’t give up. Lets play "It’s been awhile," by Staind. I know he likes this song. Still nothing. It’s already 8pm ! I’ve been sitting here all day long. I think I’m gonna spend the night here. Maybe it will help. I don’t know. Day 61. Penn ? Is it you ? What’s going on ? I open my eyes. Where the fuck am I ? Oh yeah, I fell asleep with my guitar in my hands, in James’ bedroom and…James ?! "James ? You’re…You’re back ! Oh my God I’m so happy !" I sat next to him on his bed and took his hand into mine. "How are you feeling ? I’m gonna get a doctor… " "I’m feeling ok. A bit tired, but ok. What happened ? No. Don’t answer. I know what happened. I remember." He closes his eyes. "Oh God..why did I do that…You’re all gonna hate me. I guess you do think I’m a weak idiot who can’t stick to his resolutions. I’m sorry." "Why are you sorry James ? All that matters now is that you’re here, talking to me. The rest is part of the past now. You’re gonna start over. I know you can do it." "I’m sorry cause I treated you like shit. You didn’t deserve that. I’m sorry cause I drank. I’m sorry cause I’m a fucking idiot." Silence. Nobody’s talking. He sits down. "I heard what you said. I heard what they said. It was weird. I don’t have the feeling I really "heard" you guys, but I remember the words. I remember the songs you played. Thank you. I didn’t know you cared that much. I just thought you…Oh, well, forget about it." "No, what ? You thought I what ?" I asked, a bit worried. "Nah, it doesn’t matter. We’ll talk about it all another time." "Alright. But I won’t forget that we have to talk about it all, trust me." He’s looking at me. He’s searching for my eyes. I raise them, and look into his. His amazing eyes. I’m so happy I can see them right now. I get closer to him and hold him strongly against me, hiding my face in his neck. "?I missed you, James…" He’s crying. I can feel his tears running on my shoulder. I look at him. Many tears are running down his cheeks. I suck at making people feel better. What am I supposed to do ? I hold him against me, I lightly stroke his hair and whisper calming words to his ear. Maybe it’s going to work. He’s slowly calming down. But he doesn’t let me go. "Stay…stay close to me please. I need you." I can feel his hands on my back, nervously playing with the material of my t shirt. "James, I’ll be right back, you need to see a doctor now that you’re awake. I won’t be long don’t worry." I walk out of the room. My head is a big big mess. I just don’t know what to think or do. I have to talk with him. But first, I need to find a doctor. Day 72. James got out of hospital yesterday. The doctors said that he was physically really well, and didn’t need to stay any longer. Kirk and I went to pick him up. "Hey Kirk, why didn’t Fran came here to pick him up ?" I asked, once in the car. "Hm..I’m not sure why Penn. I’m not sure. She wasn’t really clear about it all," he replied, without looking at me. He was looking sort of embarrassed. James was waiting for us in his room, he was all dressed up, and in a hurry to go. He smiled when he was us entering the room. "Hey guys ! Come on, let’s go, I don’t want to spend any more time in here !" He seemed so happy to see us. We all went to the car, and once there, Kirk asked : "So..James..Where should I leave you ?" James’ smile immediatly faded away. "She won’t let me go home, right ?" "No," answered Kirk. "She’s really mad," he added. I didn’t know what they were talking about. Maybe it was about Fran. But..why would she do that ? I have to know. "Hu…excuse me boys..but what are you talking about ?" "Penn…could I stay at your place for a few days ? I mean, before I get myself an appartment or something." This for sure didn’t reply my question, but, ho, well, it didn’t really matter in the end. "Yeah, ok Het. If you want. But you’ll have to sleep on the sofa." "Sure, no problem ! I won’t bother you for a long time, don’t worry." "Nah, it’s all good, you can stay as long as you want." Actually, I was quite happy about it all. I hate living alone. We arrived at my place. I live in a small appartment, with one bedroom only. I love it, cause it’s on the 14th flour, and I have a fantastic view of the whole city from my balcony. I made some coffee, and we sat down in the living-room. "Penn…we have to talk," said James. "Yeah, I think we have to talk too," I replied, nervously playing the box of sugar. He looked down. "I think I owe you an explanation." "I’m listening James. Go ahead." "At first I’d like to say that I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have acted this way. Now I’m gonna explain why I acted like a complete idiot. Remember when we met for the very first time ? Well, when I went back to my room, I felt really weird. I didn’t sleep at all that night. I was thinking of you. I’ve been thinking of you all the time since we met. A few days before we..hum..before we kissed, I spent a day-off with Fran. We had sex. And when I came, I ..I..erm.." He’s blushing. It’s the very first time I see him blushing. Woah. "Yeah, James ? Tell me, it’s ok." "Well…I screamed your name. And she got really mad at me. And she left, before I could try to give any kind of explanation. And you know what ? I wasn’t sad. I wasn’t sad she left like that. Not even angry. I realized that my feelings for her were slowling turning down. And I decided that I should do what I wanted to do with you. Or at least try. If Lars hadn’t come in at that right moment…" "Yeah," I reply, nodding. "Ok, keep on talking. What comes next ?" "Lars came in, and I got scared. I realized that I was about to just say fuck to the rest of my life. And it scared me. I thought that my feelings for you had to get out of my life. But it seemed so hard. So hard. You have no idea. And you know what happened next. I feel ashamed about it all. It was weak. But I had the feeling that nothing else could have made me forget." It’s all so sudden. I don’t really know what to tell him. I want to tell him that I love him and that I don’t care about it all, it’s all in the past now. But I can’t say that. "I…I understand James. It’s ok, it’s over now." "No it’s not. It’s not over. I don’t know what to do… I don’t know what you want to hear." I grab his hand, and rest my head on his shoulder. "I just want to hear that you’re feeling better. That things well get better for you." He turns his head, looks at me. We’re staring into each others eyes. He shyly moves closer to me and starts to caress my cheek. I can feel his breath on my face. He moves closer, and softly kisses me on the chin. "James… " He cuts me off kissing me gently on the lips. He kept on kissing me, ran the tip of his tongue over my lower lip, begging for entrance. He slid his tongue into my mouth, kissing me with passion and strenght at the same time. He broke the kiss and asked me to close my eyes. I did so. He lightly kissed my chin, and then my ears, making me shiver. "You like it here ?" he said. I sighed with pleasure. "I take this for a yes." He kept on kissing my ears, sometimes gently biting and sucking on them. I felt his mouth get away from my face, and felt his hands on mine. "Lay down on the couch , and don’t open your eyes." Once more, I did so. I only wished he wouldn’t be stopped by anything. He crawled on top of me, and undid the buttons of my shirt. He kissed my stomach, and made his way up till he reached my breast. I took my bra off, and opened my eyes. He looked at me. "Hey, you opened your eyes ! Close’em !" "Nope, I want to see what’s going on here. I want to see if it’s like I imagined it all or not. » I said, smiling. He smiled back at me, and took off his t shirt. I looked at him and ran my hands on his chest. God he was gorgeous. I want to kiss every inch of his body. But when James started to kiss my boobs, I couldn’t think of anything else actually. He licked them, gently sucked on my nipples, and sometimes he stopped to give me an amazing kiss. He went back at my boobs, and slowly made his way down to my stomach. He licked the sensitive area all around my belly button, and ran his tongue down till it met my jeans. He looked at me, raising his eyebrows, as if he was asking if he could unbutton my pants. I nodded and he started to undo the buttons. He then took off my jeans, and stood up. "What ?" I asked, almost scared that he would stop now. "Nothing. I just wanted to look at you. You’re beautiful. So beautiful," he said, kneeling down next to me, kissing me softly. He got up and slowly took off his own pants, and his boxers. He was there, standing in front of me, naked. And he was so…woah. He sat down on the edge of the couch, and took my thong off. He went back on top of me, and ran a hand over my left tigh. His hand was warm and soft. I felt it going up, and slowly he inserted a finger inside of me. I moaned with pleasure as he kissed me again ; sometimes opening his eyes and looking into mines. I could feel his erect member moving against my stomach. Between two moans, I manage to say "James..I want you.." He looked at me, his eyes filled with lust and desire. "Are you sure ?" he asked. "Of course I’m sure ! "He took his finger out, and, still looking into my eyes, penetrated me, very very slowly. An amazing feeling gained my whole body, making me moan louder. James was moving slowly inside of me, letting out soft moans too. He started to make his thrusts quicker and harder. My moans became screams when he ran his hand on my boobs, caressing and massaging all at the same time. My hands were wandering on his back, and finally reached his butt, pushing him closer to me, making his thrusts even harder. When I came, I screamed so loud that I bet the whole city heard me. James came a few seconds after me, screaming what I thought was my name, lost between many moans of pleasure. He rested his head on my shoulder, and whispered : "What am I to you Penn? What do I mean to you ?" "You mean the world, James." I felt him smile against my skin. "Is it the right moment to tell you that I’m in love with you ?" "Yes. And it’s the right moment for me to answer that I love you too." THE END. |
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