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| SOMEONE SOMEWHERE SOON WILL TAKE CARE OF YOU by Enola PART 23 “I hope you don’t have any plans for next weekend.” That was what James said when you got back to London. He said he had already thought of something to do but he wanted to know your opinion about that. On Saturday he thought to go to see a football game of your choice then take the children to the circus. You agreed on the condition that animals weren’t involved in the show and he assured that there were only acrobats, jugglers and clowns. On the Sunday the two of you would do what you wanted so he said you had to start thinking about that. James does his last Christmas shopping then he comes to ‘The House’ and you go to the stadium. During the game you notice that he often raises his eyes to the sky looking a bit worried. He says he hopes it wouldn’t rain. On the contrary, you’d like some rain instead of being chilled to the bone although you’re wearing a heavy jacket, glovers, scarf and a nice woolly hat with a bobble on top. James, on the contrary, has only an anorak and he even keeps it unzipped and the fact he isn’t cold is a mystery! After the match the two of you return to ‘The House’ where Shane, Chris and the kids are waiting for you to go to the circus all together. The kids are very excited, they were looking forward to today since they’ve never been there. Also Claire looks happy, she sits down between you and Shane, she claps her hands, smiles and laughs. She looks so serene, no one seeing her that happy could ever think she has been sexually abused. After the show you all are ready to go back home but James tells you there’s another surprise just for you so the two of you get into a taxi and James he hands the driver a small piece of paper telling him to go to the address written down in it. “How mysterious! Where are we going?” “I told you…it’s a surprise!” About ten minutes later he tells you to shut your eyes so you do it without asking any explanation, then some minutes later the taxi stops and James says you must keep your eyes closed till he’ll tell you that you can open them. He helps you to get off the taxi and wraps one arm around your waist so he starts walking. “Don’t cheat!” he says kindly, then after ten or maybe fifteen steps he stops and says you can open your eyes now. When you open them you get a bit disappointed since darkness prevents you to understand where the two of you are. You disappointment lasts only a few seconds because lots of lights are turned on around you and finally you realise you and James are in the centre of an immense fairground. Suddenly, your disappointment turns into a deep sense of amazement and disbelief. “So…what would you like to do first?” You look at him perplexed as you don’t know what he means, he giggles for a while then adds, “Y’know, we can do everything we like…I rented the whole fair!!” “You did what? Jesus, that’s crazy!” You don’t manage to say anything else so he takes your hand and steps forward among the stands, then pointing at one of them he says, “Shit! Look at that teddy over there…never seen one that big before!!” The two of you walk toward the stand so James asks the owner what he should do to win the teddy and the man replies he has to knock down ten cans with a ball in one stroke. He decides to play so the man gives him three balls but he doesn’t manage to knock all the cans down. He tries again and again so you start complaining. After ten throws since you are freezing you beg him to give up. “C’mon James, stop it! I don’t give a shit about that teddy!” “Be patient honey, I wanna gain it for ya! Fukkking cans…go fukkking down!!” He tries again once, twice…ten times or maybe even more but you can’t be arsed to count them all. In the end, the stand owner gives James the teddy saying he deserves it all the same, but he doesn’t want it because he wants to knock all the cans down!!! Since you agree with the man and you don’t feel like hearing them discussing whether James deserves the teddy or not, you thank the man and accept it, so you go away from the stand holding the teddy in one hand and grasping James’ hand with the other dragging him away. “I’m useless! Didn’t even manage to gain a teddy!” he says sadly. At this point you stop and put the teddy down because you want to tell him that although he didn’t manage to knock all the cans down he deserves that teddy more than who knocks them down at once because he didn’t give in and you really appreciated it. Having kissed him you grasp your teddy again so you walk towards the Big Wheel. Once you’ve reached it James leaves your hand and goes to talk to the owner, then he shakes his hand energetically and slaps him on the back. Afterwards the two of you sit down in one seat and put your teddy in the opposite seat then finally the Big Wheel starts moving slowly. James has wrapped his arm round you since the more you go up the colder gets. Now you realise why James hoped it wouldn’t rain when you were at the stadium. The sky is beautiful. As you reach the highest point the wheel stops so that you can enjoy that mind-blowing view. Once you told him you think that stars are angels’ eyes and he said that he didn’t believe in them, but now he’s starting to believe they really exist. You remember that, you said those things the same night you told him you were still a virgin. He was very nice then, he told you that nobody had the right to say whether it was right or wrong. Suddenly, you hear the first notes of ‘Yellow’ by Coldplay. You shut your eyes then you shake your head and throw your arms around his neck, “I hate you!” you whisper jokingly in his ear while he chuckles and rubs your back, then he starts singing softly along with Chris Martin’s voice, “Look at the stars / Look how they shine for you / And everything you do / Yeah they were all yellow / I came along / I wrote a song for you… Look what a loving man must do for his sweetheart… Your skin and bones / Turn into something beautiful / You know / You know I love you so…” “You’re totally mad!” “Yep, you’re right…I’m totally mad about you!! But…who’s responsible? You fuckin’ are!!” He slowly lowers you scarf and kisses you sweetly. Although his cheeks are frozen, his lips are hot and immediately you feel less cold as if with that kiss he had passed all the warmth of his soul on you. When you wake up the next morning James is not next to you. You find him in the bathroom while he’s shaving. You stop on the threshold to look at him. he only has a pair of shorts on and a towel on his shoulder. When he realises you’re there he twists his head around to look at you and smiles. His face is partially covered with a soft white shaving cream which strongly smells of spearmint. You like that smell as it gives you a pleasant sensation of freshness and you love smelling it on him. You step forward and wrap your arms round him and close your eyes when you rest your head on his naked back kissing it. As you hold him tighter he fondles your forearm, “Hey, you didn’t fall asleep, did you?!” You give a short chuckle then you start brushing gently his belly with your fingertips and move your head till you see your own reflection in the mirror and stick your tongue out at him, then you hide behind him. “I’ll have to cut that tongue off sooner or later!” he says playfully. Afterwards you do it again so he takes his revenge on you putting some shaving cream over your cheek and nose. “Ha! Ha! Very funny!” you say cleaning the cream off your face with the towel, “It serves you right!” he smiles, “Okay, I’ll be good now!” You wrap your arms round him again and rest your head on his back just for a while since you start kissing his soft skin. Then, standing on tiptoes, your lips run on his neck and on his ear making him quiver, “Oh Gooood!” he moans, “What are you doin?” “Uh? Who me? I’m doing nothing!” you whisper biting his earlobe gently. He gives a deep sigh tossing his head then he goes on moaning, “Y’know, that’s biiiiiutifl…but I’ve got this razor and you don’t want me to cut myself…do you?” “Certainly not! Sorry, go on. I’ll really be good now!” For the third time you rest your head on his back keeping still until he finishes shaving and cleans his face with the towel. When you see him unscrewing the top of his aftershave you start whining, “Me me me!” so you take the bottle off him, pour some aftershave over your hand then, having wet the other hand you cup his face massaging his cheeks gently and blowing into his face to cool him off. His cheeks are unbelievable soft and smooth, as smooth as a child’s. He strokes your hair then he twists a lock round his finger keeping eye contact with you. Slowly his lips find yours and the two of you exchange a long French kiss. “Your tongue’s safe! After such a kiss how could I cut it off?” he smiles, “What about going on with that thing you where doing before…under the shower?” “I’m sorry, I don’t feel like doing it anymore…” you reply with a mischievous grin, “you shouldn’t have stopped me!!” you sigh, “That’s not fair! I was shaving!” he protests, “It’s too late now…have your shower darling…I won’t bother you!” You kiss him and leave but before closing the door you go on, “Please hurry up, I’d like having a hot bath…and some privacy!” Not more then ten minutes later you open the door and stay there silent watching at him while he wraps a towel round his waist, “Have I already told you I love your bum?” you say suddenly making him shudder with fright! “Christ!” he exclaims, then he twists his head around to look at you and smiling he says, “Have anyone ever told you that spying on people is not legal? I could even call the police!!” You laugh getting closer to him, “But you aren’t a common person, you’re my…erm…” suddenly you stop without even know why, “I’m your b…c’mon…it’s a very easy word to say and I’ve never heard you saying it” he says kindly rubbing your arms, “Maybe it’s ‘cos I’m not still used to the idea I’ve got one…it’s strange, isn’t it?” He shakes his head and fondles your cheek, “Nope, it’s not strange…now repeat after me…fuck queen and country…” you both burst into laughing, then he goes on, “Erm, that was another thing…forget it…now, repeat…you’re my boyf…” “Erm, okay, I’ll try” you giggle, “you’re my b…erm…you’re my…my boyf…boyfriend!!!” He holds you tight rocking you gently for a moment, “Shit! I’m soaking you!!!” “Don’t worry, gotta have that bath now!” In any case, before having it, there’s something else you’re dying for: rubbing your cheek against his. “God, that razor performs miracles! Do you have another, by any chance?” “I think so…why?” “Would you shave my legs?” “Uh? Are you talking seriously?” he enquires. You nod smiling. “Brilliant!” he exclaims in delight, “Can I also wash your hair?” You nod again. “Mmm, that’s sound so fucking inviting!!” He leaves and goes to get dressed so you fill the tub adding a lot of bubbles bath to water, so you remove your pyjamas and get into the tub and relax after having soaked your hair. Several minutes later, James knocks at the door asking permission to enter so after your approval he comes in while you’re staring at him. He’s wearing a tight white t-shirt and dark blue shorts, rather tight as well. He kneels down on the floor, pours some shampoo over your hair and starts rubbing. As he finishes washing your hair you raise your leg and lean it over the rim of the tub, so James starts shaving it carefully from the ankle to the knee and kissing it every now and again while you close your eyes and relax. When he finishes and you open your eyes you see him getting into the tub after having removed his t-shirt. He sits opposite and keeps still and silent for several minutes until you tell him to come closer, then you make him turn over and pull him towards you so that he can rest on you. He throws back his head resting it against your shoulder so you wrap your arms round him while his fondles your legs. Little by little you start kissing him on the shoulder and the neck like you did when he was shaving. At the beginning he doesn’t react but when you bite his earlobe he grunts and closes his eyes. “You’re tempting me” he sighs, “but I can’t allow you to!” He stands up quickly and gets off the tub so he reaches a towel and dries himself. He leaves the bathroom saying he’ll go and prepare breakfast so you finish shaving your thighs. You feel a bit guilty about your behaviour because you’re aware that you exaggerated. You couldn’t expect him to stay there impassively as if nothing was happening especially because you understand it must be hard for him waiting for you. Having worn your underwear and one of his old shirts you join him in the kitchen. He has that white t-shirt on again and another pair of shorts. Breakfast is ready so you sit down. In the table there are plenty of things: toast, jam, orange juice, coffee, eggs and bacon. No trace of tea and chocolate biscuits. “Ah, I’m sorry hon, yesterday I forgot to buy tea and your biscuits” he says, “No problem, I won’t die if I’ll have toast with jam for one day!” you smile at him spreading some jam on a piece of toast, but when you’re about to bite it, James takes it away from you, “Sorry hon, this is my breakfast” he smiles and you look at him perplexed as he gets up and walks behind you, “yours is this” he adds leaning on the table a tray with a dish brimful of your chocolate biscuits and a mug of steaming hot tea. “It was just a little trick…and if those biscuits aren’t enough…” he opens a cupboard door where there are a t least five or six packets, “you know where you can find ‘em!” When he sits down again you stand up and sit on his lap so you feed him staring and smiling at him sweetly. When some jam remains on his upper lip you remove it with a soft kiss. His eyes are full of tenderness when he looks at you while you’re eating. “Y’know, I fucking hate those fucking cookies! Y’know, you soak them in tea then you bite them and they don’t feel anything…does it make sense?” You understand what he means very well. You shouldn’t have bitten his ear before because you know it was very frustrating for him but you couldn’t help it since you find his ears utterly irresistible, then you had never done it before so you really felt like doing it. You still haven’t told him what you want to do so he asks curious. You admit you didn’t think of it that much but now the only thing you want to do is going back to bed and spending the whole day under the covers since it’s Sunday and you don’t have to look after the children. “Tell me” begins James, “are you going to spend the whole day in bed all alone?” “No, Boo Boo will keep me company!” “Who’s Boo Boo?” “Ah, I forgot to tell you…Boo Boo’s my teddy!” “Oh, nice name! Tell me one more thing…d’you think Boo Boo would mind if I joined you in a few minutes?” “Naah, he’s not jealous!” “Okay then! I clear the table and I’ll be there.” You go to his bedroom carrying your teddy, which you left on the sofa when you got back home last night, you put it in the middle of the bed and cuddle it. Some minutes later James arrives and joins you but he doesn’t even mange to touch you since Boo Boo is rather ‘cumbersome’. James doesn’t have any intention to play gooseberry so he grasps him and throws it at the end of the bed but him ends up falling to the floor. Seeing the scene you rebuke James and order him to pick up Boo Boo and apologise to him. “Apologise?” he laughs, “He’s just a teddy!” “Do it or I won’t talk to you for the rest of the day!” you firmly. Slightly unwilling, he stands up, picks up the teddy and puts him on a chair. “Sorry mate, didn’t mean to be that rude!” You smile at him while he returns under the covers on all fours and you hug him. “Why Boo Boo and not Yogi?” he enquires, “Cos I have another teddy called Yogi” “Really? Didn’t know that. So you’ve had him since you were young” “Erm…not exactly” you giggle, “I’ve had him for about one month,” “But I’ve never seen him in your room…” he says with a puzzled look on his face, “He’s not there, he’s here” you say shyly while he looks even more puzzled now, “please, don’t laugh at me…” you add sheepishly, “Yogi is you…you’re my…erm…teddy-yogi-bear!” He keeps still and silent for several moments then he moves his hand over your face and brushes your cheek with his thumb looking at you with those sweet eyes so he kisses you, “That’s the…” he pauses and closes his eyes for a little while, “that’s the tenderest thing someone has ever told me…thank you honey!” He kisses you again making you feel like melt also because he keeps on giving you that sweet look of his. Sighing you tell him not to look at you with ‘those eyes’ but he seems he doesn’t understand what you mean. You explain that sometimes, or rather almost always, his eyes look like a sad puppy’s and you don’t manage to look into them without quivering. He’s sure you wouldn’t have said the same thing about his eyes years ago when he was cross-eyed, but you don’t agree because you’ve seen his pictures and there was the same sweetness then. The fact you compare him to Yogibear and a puppy makes him feel important and you’re pleased to hear him saying that since he’s very important and special to you. Now also he wants to compare you to an animal and you suggest a duck because of your bottom since you think it’s a bit big, but he says that there’s nothing wrong with it, although he wants to have another look at it! He raises himself up on one elbow and uncovers you then he grasps the hem of your shirt and lifts it. As he said before, he thinks there’s nothing wrong with your bottom and he likes it as it is. Replacing the covers over you he compares you to a kitten. You’re just like a frightened and distrustful kitten which runs away when someone tries to approach, but when it learns to know people becomes caring and purrs rubbing itself to their legs in search of cuddles. So he’s a puppy and you’re a kitten, but it’s well-known that dogs and cats hate each other. He agrees but remarks that’s not always true. He tells you that when he was young his neighbours had a dog and a cat with got along just fine together, they used to eat and drink from the same bowls and slept in the same basket. He remembers that when he talked about that to Sean, he teased him saying he was just a dupe who swallowed everything. Then when Sean moved to his house, James brought him to his neighbours’ and showed him the two pets which were sleeping close to each other. At the point James boasted that he was right and, consequently, Sean got angry and hit him in the head. Sean used to do it because he was older and taller but not with standing this, James loved him like a brother and was extremely happy he had moved there. He thinks he behaved like that also because their parents had split up so he tended to justify him. His eyes light up when he talks about Sean and he’s amused at his childhood memories. That makes you think about that fact that you and your brother didn’t get along together at all when the two of you were children. Now you’re sure he hated you because when you were born, he was just four, he got very disappointed since he wanted a brother. When you were about three he even pushed you down the stairs! You still remember that day, you remember when you rolled down and when your mum dressed the cut in your head while blood flew and you cried your heart out. You loved him all the same because he wasn’t evil. He was just a bit jealous because you were the centre of attention and once he even accused your parents of loving you more than him, then getting older, he realised he had no reason to be jealous of you and became more and more caring and understanding. Having finished speaking, you both agree it’s time to cuddle and kiss each other a bit, then after a couple of minutes or so, he breaks the kiss and laughs saying that something really funny has just crossed his mind so you beg him to share it with you. “Was thinking of Yogi,” he begins smiling, “y’know, he always steals picnic baskets from tourists who visit Jellystone Park…so came to mind that bears are mad about something special…” he pauses and starts giving you soft kisses all over your face and your neck while he unbuttons your shirt and goes on speaking in between, “y’know, it’s a very sweet thing…well, it’s the sweetest thing actually…” “Mmm” you sigh happily, “you mean that thing similar to…jam?” “Yeah, just that!…Now…if you want me…to be your…teddy-yogi-bear…you must be…my honey!!!” he whispers while his lips go down your chest, “You think I’ve got all the right qualities to be your honey?” “Yep, definitely!…Never tasted…a sweeter honey…sumthin quite obvious…since no one’s…sweeter than you.” His lips are on your belly now and he’s about to undo the last button but you stop him. “Don’t want you to see it” you say holding his hand, “You’ll have to sooner or later” “It’s ugly!” you complain although you know he’s right and you’ll have to let him se that big scar which crosses your belly forming a big “J” one day. So why shouldn’t you do that now? You yourself undo the last button and lie on your back. His fingers trace the scar starting from your left side and go down till they reach your knickers. You slightly lower them uncovering the top of your vulva where the scar curves but he doesn’t touch it. “Does it hurt?” he asks, “Nope, I’ve lost a little sensitivity. It’s horrible, don’t you think?” He lifts up your knickers and closes your shirts without unbuttoning it, “It’s part of you, it can’t be horrible!” he says softly brushing your forehead with his lips, “If I shave my head I could compete against Frankenstein…why don’t you call me Monikenstein?” “Don’t expect me to laugh now!” You lean your forehead against his so you rub your nose against his and kiss him, “Jamie…I think it’s time to light those candles…I’m ready” you whisper looking him straight in the eye… PART 24 >>> <<< Enola's stories |