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| THE BODYGUARD by Enola <<< part 2 PART 3 JDB, some weeks later, was ‘free’ at last. The police had managed to arrest the woman who had sent those letters with death threats and the first thing he had done after was get rid of Pamela forever. He had made lots of mistakes in that period and he wanted to forget everything about that. But there was something he couldn’t forget. He kept thinking of her, of Sharon, and kept thinking about the way he had treated her but he didn’t know why he had done it. He had started teasing her because he wanted to annoy her but, in the end, he had lost control and couldn’t help provoking her. He had to try to forget her because it was the right thing to do. Tour had started and playing helped him a lot. He was happy because he could finally do the things he was used to doing like going to a pub and have some pints with his friends. As he had three days off, he returned to London. He was sitting at a table with a couple of guys talking about this and that when he suddenly saw a long curly black haired girl in a stool at the bar who reminded him of ‘someone’ but he couldn’t see her face. That girl couldn’t be HER, he thought, she wouldn’t have ever gone to a pub and drunk that much, also because she didn’t drink alcohol at all. He forgot about her for some minutes then he heard her talking angrily to a guy who was annoying her. He was sure now, that was Sharon’s voice. He got up and walked towards them and, rather quietly, he told the guy to leave her alone so he got the idea and left. As soon as she heard his voice she shuddered and closed her eyes. JDB sat next to her staring at her because he could hardly recognise her but he didn’t speak a word. She turned towards him and in a softly trembling, almost crying voice she said, “Please, for once, leave me in peace. Do you want me to beg you? Well, I’m begging you…please leave me alone!” She took her glass, got up and reached a table staggering. He was stunned, she was a totally drunk but, above all, she was shattered. She raised her glass slowly as her hand was trembling. He got up and went close to her so he took the glass from off her hand and sat down. She kept her eyes down, he moved slowly her hair from her face then he put his hand over hers and asked her what was happening. She pulled her hand out and whispered, “They’ve ruined my life” “Who?” he asked, she raised her head and looking at him she replied, “Men like you!” so she lowered her head again. Her dull eyes and her words shocked him. She went on speaking staring at the table and shivering, “Once I had a job I loved...I was better than them and they couldn’t stand that…They said women had to do just one thing…’cos for you men, woman is just synonymous with whore. You James, you didn’t need a bodyguard but only someone to shag…I was only doing my job but you’ve done anything to give me hell.” What did he do to her? He realised he had hurt her more than he thought and hated himself for that. “My parents have taught me that the things that most matter are dignity and respect…you didn’t give me respect but you didn’t take my dignity” she raised her head again and looked at him, her eyes was filled with tears, “I hate you James…I’ve never hated anyone like I hate you now!” She got up but her head was spinning and she didn’t manage to stand up. She was about to fall over but he grabbed her promptly, “Get your hands off me!” she whined. He took her arm and put it round his neck so wrapped his arm round her waist and told in her ear he’d just bring her to her hotel. He told the taxi driver to wait for him as he’d be back in a few minutes. They went to the reception and he asked for Sharon’s key then they took the lift and finally he opened the door of her room. He turned the light on and made her sit in the bed, but a while later she got up and threw her arms round his neck. He wasn’t surprised as she was blind drunk and couldn’t realised what she was doing. He didn’t hold her even though he wanted it so badly. He couldn’t do it, he had hurt her too much and it was too late to repair. She tried to kiss him but he stopped her and removed gently her arms from her neck so he turned to leave. “Hey? Where the fuck are you going?” she screamed, so he turned but didn’t reply. “C’mon, why don’t you show me the great stud you are?” she raged at him pushing him with his hands, “C’mon, tear my clothes apart and fuck me till you make me faint! That’s what you want, isn’t it?” His pangs of conscience were killing him and before he could realise that, a punch hit him on the jaw and she fell over to the ground. He instinctively bent to help her but she stretched out her arm and shouted, “Get the hell out of here!” He looked at her for a while, his lower lip was bleeding but he didn’t care at all about that. He turned and went away leaving her in tears on the floor. She didn’t have any intention to get out of bed the next morning as she was awfully ill. She just wanted to stay in bed the whole day and since she had left her job no one would have bothered her. She had forgotten what having a hangover meant because she could remember the last time she had got dead drunk. She had drunk a lot the night before and consequently she needed to have a pee but only the thought she had to got up made her feel even worse. She was about to dive into bed again when there was a knock at the door so she walked lazily and opened it. Outside there was a waiter with the hugest bunch of flowers she had ever seen in her life. She told him to leave it on the table by the window so she gave him one pound and he left. Who the hell could send her flowers? She didn’t manage to find any answer but as there was a card she just had to read it to know that. She couldn’t believe her eyes! She didn’t read the whole message because reading the sender’s name was enough. She threw the card on the floor and slid under the covers. Why was he persecuting her? She didn’t remember much about the previous night apart from the fact she had gone to a pub and had drunk a lot, but she didn’t manage to remember how she had gone back to the hotel and presumed she had took a taxi. Little by little, she started remembering some details. For instance, she remembered that a man had vexed her and that someone else had helped her to get rid of him, then she also remembered his voice, she still had the peasant sound of his voice in her mind, she still remembered it because his voice had been so quiet and soft. She couldn’t believe that was his as she couldn’t believe he had been so kind with her. Probably, he had just had sympathy for her and that could also explain the fact he had wanted to leave after he had led her there. She found his behaviour unbelievable also because he hadn’t reacted at all when she had told him to fuck her and when she had pushed him. He had done nothing even when she had punched him, or rather he had tried to help her to get up, but that hadn’t been the kind of reaction she had expected. And those flowers then? She had told him he was one of the men who had spoilt her life and she had also told him she hated him more than anyone else she had ever hated, but he had sent her those gorgeous flowers. She got up and picked the card up from the floor. It said, I know some flowers can’t be enough to apologise, but I just want you to know I’m terribly sorry. Take care. James A couple of hours later she was ringing his doorbell. The door opened a few seconds later and he appeared. He was shaved and was wearing a pair of blue jeans and a black long-sleeved shirt. He didn’t speak a word, whether because he didn’t expect to see her or because he didn’t know what to say. She noticed two suitcases close to the door and understood he was leaving. He said he wouldn’t left before one hour ho invited her to enter. She sat in the sofa while he sat in an armchair opposite. He was quite nervous, he didn’t either manage to look her straight in the eye and she had realised that at once. She noticed the cut in his lip, “I’m sorry for that punch” she said, “does it hurt?” “Errm…no…no more” he smiled shyly, “I deserved it!” he added quietly glancing at her, “Thanks for last night…for…well, you know, for everything” “You’ve got no reason to thank me, I’ve been such a bastard. I’m sorry, really!” He was sincere and she knew that, listening to him and looking at him was enough to understand he was really sorry. But she didn’t want to talk about the past, she just wanted to think about the present and, above all, about her future. She had to look for a place to stay, she was tired of travelling and of hotel rooms, she wanted a house with a garden and some friends. That was enough. And obviously she needed a new job too…without men around. She thought it wouldn’t be hard finding a job with her degrees. “Your degrees? So you have two” he said amazed, “Um…well, yes two…plus…ehm…another” she mumbled embarrassed “You’ve got three degrees?” he said in disbelief. He asked her what she studied so she asked him why he wanted to know it. He smiled and said he was just curious or perhaps just masochist. “Psychology, chemistry and physics” she replied, “Fucking hell! Who the fuck are you, the fucking Einstein’s niece?” he said amused. A while later he added he had thought he was thick a lot of times and now he believed he had been right. She smiled at him saying she didn’t think he was thick because he was a musician. “Do you play sumthing?” he asked, “Erm yes,” she replied, “piano, violin, clarinet…” “Nothing else?” he asked jokingly. She burst into laughing and said it wasn’t true, she was totally useless at playing, so he was a lot cleverer than her. There was something he didn’t understand. Why she had been a bodyguard when she had those degrees? She replied she had always liked the idea of protecting people. The more she talked to him the more she realised how different he was compared to the ‘dirty bastard’ she had known. He spoke in a very lovely way, mumbling and saying ‘y’know’ plenty of times. It was time to go. He had to catch the train for Cardiff as he had to join his mates and play there the day after, but before leaving he told her she could stay there. He would be away a couple of weeks, so she had the time to look for another place and a job in the meantime. He gave her his mobile number just in case she had had any problem, so he left. During those two weeks she didn’t call him. She had managed to find a job in a private girls’ secondary school as a chemistry teacher and she was very happy as all her colleagues were women. On the contrary, she couldn’t find a place which could match with her needs. One day, when she went back home from work, she found James in there. She was happy to see him, happier than she could realise. She told him her news, so he offered his congratulations to her and told her not to worry about the house because he had to leave again the next day so she could stay there. As he was having some Jameson, she decided to join him. He had noticed that the bottle was almost full and he remembered he had left it almost empty. She smiled and said she had finished it and had bought another. After a while he went to have a shower while she poured herself other whisky. He was removing his shoes and his socks, the he unbuttoned his shirt and dropped it, finally he took his trousers and his boxers off. Having closed the curtain he turned the tap on and let water flow over his body. A while later he heard the curtain opening behind him. He turned at once and saw her, totally naked, in front of him. He was too stunned to speak so she joined him under the shower going closer and closer to him. She put her hands over his shoulders and whispered, “I need you so bad!” so she kissed him hungrily. He cupped her face in his hands then pushed her against the wall and kissed her as roughly as he could probing her mouth with his tongue and biting her lips. He couldn’t believe it was happening, he had desired her so much for so long and now she was there and finally he was kissing and touching her. He grasped her wrists and twisted them behind her back so he pushed her again against the wall so cupped her breasts in his hands squeezing them, then one hand slid over her thigh through her belly looking for her pussy. As he rubbed his fingers against her clit she bit her lower lip, then she gasped and groaned as soon as he pushed his fingers inside her. He loved the sound of her groans but he wanted to make her groan more and more, so he went down on his knees and removed his fingers from her because he wanted to suck her sex. He started licking her slowly then he grasped her clit between his lips and started sucking. In the meantime, her groans had become more and more intense but that wasn’t enough yet for him, he wanted more, so he pushed his tongue into her vagina striving to the maximum to push it as deep as possible. Her legs was becoming weaker and weaker. She started screaming, “HAAAHAAA…PLEEASE…MMM…DOOON STOOOP!” She didn’t have to worry about that because he had no intention to give up before he had managed to make her come. That was just all that she wanted and she couldn’t wait any longer. He grabbed her hips firmly and moved his tongue quicker and quicker, deeper and deeper until she eventually climaxed screaming out. He got up and freed her arms then he kissed her all over her face while she caught her breath. Finally she could touch him, so she ran her hands all over his chest kissing every inch of his skin going down slowly till her mouth reached his thigh. She held his cock in her hand and after a while she moved her hand all along its shaft making him gasp and throw his head back. She enjoyed having his cock in her hand, even though the only thing she really wanted now was him into her mouth but not at once. She wanted to toss him off before, she wanted to give him back what he had gave her previously, so she ran her tongue along his cock which had got harder in the meantime. She was aware of the fact she couldn’t wait anymore, so she started sucking him and as soon as she opened wide her mouth she let him enter. He leant his head against the wall and as she was sucking him even harder, he hit the wall repeatedly with his fist. She was driving him crazy but he wasn’t satisfied yet. He wanted to fuck her in the mouth, he wanted to send his cock deep in her throat and he wanted to come in her mouth. He didn’t want to waist other time, so he pushed her head against the wall and started thrusting his dick in her throat. He came in a while and stopped immediately, so he removed his cock from her mouth. She was confused, almost unconscious. She coughed her semen up but her throat ached too much, so she gave up. He grabbed and lifted her up, then he moved her soaked hair from her face and kissed her gently so that they could both get their breaths back. “Babyyy…you’re sooo…fuuuckin grrreat!” he whispered brushing her cheeks with his thumbs. She smiled at him before kissing him again as roughly as she had done at the beginning. He wanted her again, and knew that she also wanted him, but there was something he had to do before, something he hadn’t done yet. He cupped one of her breasts in his hand then he bent and took her nipple between his lips and sucked it avidly. She felt he was hard again and wanted him inside her immediately, but she didn’t need to say anything because he did want the same thing, so he entered her and she groaned as he filled her completely. He started rocking his pelvis, slowly at first, but in a while he gave a thrust and another even stronger because he wanted her to cream, he wanted to make her scream as he hadn’t ever made anyone scream before…because he was mad about her and he couldn’t have enough of her. The more he thrust his cock deeper and deeper inside her the more she cried out and hoped he would never stop. Having both climaxed he went away leaving her there alone. She was knackered and her legs couldn’t support her body anymore, so she let herself fall over and stayed on the ground for several minutes until she felt extremely cold and started shivering. She got up and wrapped a towel around herself, so picked her clothes up and went to her room. In the meantime, he had got dressed and poured some whisky into two glasses. When he entered her room he found her packing her suitcases. She was still trembling and hadn’t realised he was there. He went close to her because he felt like holding her in his arms but as soon as he brushed her she turned abruptly and screamed as if she had gone mad all of a sudden “DON’T TOUCH ME!” He got shocked when he heard her screaming like that because he didn’t understand why she was behaving in that way. He tried to calm her down and when he touched her again she shouted, “WHAT ELSE DO YOU WANT FROM ME? I’VE ALREADY GIVEN YOU ALL THAT YOU WANTED!” Afterwards she forced him to go out so she locked the door. He kept walking extremely worried backwards and forwards in front of her room until she didn’t open the door. “Sharon please, stop for a while, we must talk!” he said, “I have nothing else to say and I don’t want to listen to you. I already know what you think about me” she said with her eyes filled with tears and left before he could tell her what he really felt for her… PART 4 >>> <<< Enola's stories |