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| PLAYING RUGBY WITH JAMES by Enola You've been working in a café in Blackwood for 3 weeks by now. You have to admit that you've been extremely lucky to find a job there, you just wanted to spend a couple of months in Wales because it was your dream and the fact you work and live where the Manics grew up is unbelievable. Anyway, you haven't seen any of the guys yet, but the truth is you don't foster any hopes to see them. Nicky lives in Wattsville, and, you know, he's pretty busy hoovering, watching TV and teletext and he rarely goes out; Sean lives in Bristol and he surely is too busy with computers and his damn gadgets; James lives in London, and it's true that he comes back to Blackwood quite often to see his daddy, but you haven't seen him yet, so he has to be extremely busy drinking and chatting in some pub or…doing something else! Well, everyone knows that!! But as you are there just for a couple of reasons - 1. practising English; 2. earning some money for university - you have to resign yourself. Working as a waitress is not easy, above all if you haven't ever done it before, but in 3 weeks you haven't dropped anything yet. Your boss is really nice, he usually speaks Welsh, so he teaches you something in exchange for some Italian recipes. People also are really nice and friendly and seem not to care at all about your weird accent. You're taking an order when you hear your boss shouting, "Hey James!", so you immediately turn over hoping it's that James…and he is!! Black shirt, blue jeans and black trainers; short hair and shaved; a newspaper in his hand. He talks a bit with your boss then he sits at a table and starts reading. You finish to take that order and rush to the bar saying to yourself "oh my God, oh my God", then you walk towards him not sure at all you'll be able to say something and you just hope not to titter, stutter or blush and say to yourself, "Just be funny." As you are close to him you say, "Good morning sir! May I take your order?" He looks up from his newspaper, looks at you for a while then he asks in a very lovely way, "Are you always so formal?" "When I'm working I always am!" you grin while he laughs and looks so good. "Ehm…I'll have just a coffee and some toasts with cherry jam…please!" then you both laugh and you go away from him and you can't help grinning all the time. Some minutes later you bring him his coffee and his toast with cherry jam (mmm), he thanks you very kindly, so you bow to him while he looks and smiles at you amazed. Afterwards the other waitress tells you there are a couple of French, so she asks you to take their order as they don't speak English and she doesn't speak French. You speak a bit of French because you studied it at school, but it was ages ago! You go close to them and greet them politely, "Bonjour madame, bonjour monsieur…" and you take their order. Some minutes later James beckons to you, so you go close to him, "Oui monsieur?" you smile, "Could I have a coke, please?" he asks always kindly, "Bien sûr!", so a while later you bring him his coke, "Merci!" he smiles. The sound of his voice which says that word is sooo sexy!!! You don't manage to understand how you can keep so calm as you've always thought you'd have made some troubles if you had met him…and you were right because when you bring a man his order he says roughly that he ordered something else, then he adds in the same way and aloud, "If you don't understand English you'd better to go back to your country!!" You feel deeply embarrassed and you'd just like to be invisible!! Consequently, your mood changes immediately and when James calls you again, you just manage to whisper a timid, "Yes?" "I just want to tell you that you have to ignore that idiot. Y'know, he's not Welsh, HE should go back home, not you!" He looks so fucking sweet and adorable and you'd just like to hug him! "You're too kind. Diolch!" you smile shyly, "Croeso!" he smiles as well. Some minutes later he gets up and comes close to you saying he's going away and that he left the money on the table, so he leaves. A while later you go to pick up it and you find 2 pounds!! You go to work again 2 days later after your day off that you spent with your new friends. It's about 12:30 am when James enters and sits at the same table, so you walk towards him, "Hi! How are you?" you smile. "Hi, I'm fine…what happened to your wrist?" he asks concerned looking at your bandaged wrist, "Oh, that's nothing serious, just a minor injury playing rugby yesterday." You reply jokingly just to reassure him. "You play rugby?" he asks amazed, "Yeah, I have to! I wanted to play football to be honest, but everyone scowled at me and one of my friends said, 'here in Wales we just play rugby!', so I had to! But it's not a problem 'cos I love rugby!" you reply, "That's great!" he exclaimed. Then you tell him you could talk about sports for ages, but as you're working you can't do that now, so you ask him what he wants to have. He says he'll have the same he had the other day and asks you if you remember that. "Of course! Coffee, toasts with cherry jam and a coke, right?" you grin, "Exactly!" he smiles, so you are about to go when you say, "By the way, are you always so generous with your tips?" "No, not always. It depends on the waitress!" he replies and a while later he winks at you. You turn and go away from him at once ("Jesus! He winked at me! AAAAWWW") you think. When you go back to him he asks you if you go to the pub, the Red Lion, 'cos the 2 of you could meet there to drink something and to have a…chat (what else??) and you agree, of course! When you get at the pub James is already there sat at the bar drinking and chatting with a guy. You wave at him and he beckons to you to go closer and he says you have to stay at the bar for a while 'cos there isn't any table empty, so you sit down on a stool and start talking about this and that. About a quarter later, finally, you can sit at a table in a corner of the pub, so as you both feel more comfortable you start talking about sports, about football and rugby above all, and he confesses he's amazed to see you are very competent in sports, in rugby above all, not because you're a girl, but 'cos you're Italian and he knows that rugby isn't very popular in Italy, maybe 'cos Italians are really better at football. You agree with him and you think that's a pity 'cos you consider rugby an amazing sports and you add you're a bit sad 'cos you'd love to see Wales playing, but there aren't any games during the summer, so you can't see Neil Jenkins scoring dozens of points! At this point James laughs shaking his head, "You even know Neil Jenkins!" "Of course, he's a rugby's living legend…I mean…he's great! What else can you say about a player who's scored more than one thousands points in official matches?" you reply while James is still laughing, "I'm more and more impressed…I have to introduce you to Nicky, he'd love to chat to you!!" Then he adds, "I'm so curious to see you playing, I bet you're clever," "Oh god, not really!" you burst out laughing. You both keep silent for a while, then James comes close to you and whispers with the sexiest voice you've ever heard, "Y'know, I'd rather to play rugby with you…I mean just the 2 of us in a soft bed!" You close your eyes and swallow hard feeling a fire burning deeply inside you, "Ehm, I think it'd be extremely exciting to play rugby with you," you whisper giving him the eye brushing his hand, so you go on, "It takes less than 5 minutes by foot to get at my house." You stare at each other smiling for a while, so he gets up and you immediately follow him. "Nice house!" says James as the 2 of you enter, "Where's your bedroom?" he adds putting his arms over your waist, "Over there!" you reply pointing at the door on the opposite side of the room, so he grasps your hand and starts walking towards it, "Don't you fancy seeing the kitchen?" you say playfully, "Naah, next time!" he smiles, so the 2 of you enter your bedroom and stop next to the bed. He put his hands gently over your neck and kisses you passionately while you unbutton his shirt and run your fingers over his soft chest and belly, so he grasps your top and removes it throwing it on the floor, so he does the same with his shirt. He fondles your back and kisses your neck, then in your ear he whispers, "Can I tackle you?" "Yeah!" you moan, so he goes away from you while you stay next to the bed and a while later he flings himself over you, but you suddenly move before he can grasp you, so he collapses over the bed and you burst into laughing. "Ah ah, you find that really funny, don't you?" he mutters, "I'm sorry…but I'm covered in bruises! So, you know, I was a bit scared" you apologise to him still laughing and going close to him who is sat down over the bed, so you stroke his hair and whisper, "But if it's the same to you, I can tackle you!" so he gets up and pulls you away from him saying he's ready. You fling yourself over him pushing him over the bed falling over him, "I was right, you're a very good player!" he grins and then he pulls you gently on the bed coming over you and starts kissing your neck and then your breast, so he rises and takes your shoes off then he undoes your jeans and removes them slowly. "Oh poor thing! I have to do something for these horrible bruises!" he says tenderly fondling your legs gently, so he start kissing them alternately paying attention not to hurt you. Afterwards he removes your knickers and comes over you again so you can undo your jeans while he sends his hand under your back and unhooks your bra, then he rises to remove his shoes and the clothes he's still has on. He quickly comes over you once again and you feel his cock as hard as a rugby ball entering you quickly and you can't help moaning aloud, then he whispers panting, "Do you know which is the thing I like most about rugby?" "Let me guess…tries!!" He deeply sighs, "Oh yeah tries! When the player runs faster and faster till he reaches the line" as he speaks he moves faster and faster inside you making you gasping and moaning, "Oh yeeeaaah fasta and fastaaaaaaawww" till the moment you both cum. After a short break to catch you breath you sigh, "You scored an amazing try Bradfield!" "Mmm…so who's better? Neil Jenkins or me?" he asks smiling at you, "Who the hell is Neil Jenkins?" you reply jokingly. <<< Enola's stories |