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| SOMEONE SOMEWHERE SOON WILL TAKE CARE OF YOU by Enola PART 24 Here he is, the first, the only man you have ever loved. He hasn’t spoken a word yet, he’s just looking at you with a rather puzzled look in his amazing brown eyes while his fingers brush your hair. He’s not speaking but he doesn’t need to, his eyes, more expressive than ever, are speaking for him. For this reason you don’t speak as well, the best way to reassure him is looking him straight in the eye with a little smile on your face to let him perceive your security. Suddenly, you realise that all those fears that have oppressed you for too much time don’t exist anymore. It’s a beautiful sensation, you feel free for the first time, free to love someone. “James? The candles!” you urge him smiling. He brushes a lock of hair from your eyes and eventually speaks, “Do you really want to do it? You know I can w…” you put your fingers over his lips preventing him from going on, but he grasps your hand gently and he continues, “Please, I just want you to be sure!” “I am” you reply firmly, “and I won’t change my mind! I don’t want to wait any longer. I want to make love to you, James.” He kisses you sweetly on the forehead before leaving the room. You sit on the bed and wait for him to come back with that little smile which now has turned into a bigger one that cross your face. You are serene, so serene that you can hardly believe this is all for real. When he returns he puts a couple of candles over the chest of drawers and one in each bedside table and, having lit all of them with his lighter, he closes the venetian blinds. The cosiness of the room gives you a deep sensation of confidence that you would never imagine to feel. He sits in front of you holding your hands in his and for several moments you glance at each other in silence like two shy teenagers. Slowly he moves his hands and fondles your cheeks, then cupping your face he breaks silence speaking softly, “Nervous?” “Erm…yeah…kindathing…y’know…” you mumble jokingly, “Hey? Are you mocking me?” he smiles then kisses you. Honestly, you aren’t nervous. You aren’t because as James would say ‘everything’s fuckin’ perfect!’ His hands hold yours again moving them over his chest, “You can stop me anytime” he says softly, “please, promise you will.” You promise. You promise although you know you won’t need to do it. You reassure him speaking firmly looking him straight in the eye. You won’t flee from him this time, you won’t flee anymore, you have no reason to because everything is going to be fine, he’s so caring and you are sure this is the right moment. You love each other so deeply and waiting wouldn’t make any sense. When he lets your hands go you slip them under his t-shirt and fondle his back for a while then you pull it off. As he runs his hands through your hair you close your eyes and kiss him softly under his ear and when your lips move over his neck you feel his heartbeat increasing quickly. Moving your hands over his shoulders and chest you keep giving him soft kisses and as soon as your lips stop over his nipple he lets out a low moan of delight, his hands grasp your head rubbing the nape of your neck, then having cupped your face in his hands, he lifts your head and brushes your forehead with his lips and finally, finds your mouth again. Breaking the kiss he goes away from you and when you open your eyes, you see him moving slowly reaching for his lighter and lighting again a candle over the bedside table behind you. Approaching again, he stops behind you on his knees wrapping his arms around you and holding you tight rubbing his cheek against yours, “I’m going to make you feel good. I don’t care anything else.” Hearing these words, a smile springs on your face. You grasp his hands for a moment while he starts kissing your neck under your ear making you trembling and moaning. He moves your hair with his hand and whispering in your ear he says, “Now you know what it feels like!” making you smile widely. Slowly his hands move over your shoulders and he fondles your arms as he lets your shirt slipping over your skin. Having removed it, he grasps your waist and keeps on kissing starting from your neck and going down over your shoulder. As his mouth reaches the strap of your bra, he lets it sliding slowly and afterwards he does the same with the other strap. He massages your shoulders for a while then you feel again his soft wet lips brushing your skin on the top of your back. He was right a while ago. Now you know how he felt when you were doing the same thing to him as he was shaving. Every single muscles tense and you can’t help moaning and panting. He’s just undone your bra exposing your breasts, he’s still kissing your back while his hands are over your belly and slowly come up to your chest and having cupped your breasts, his thumbs fondle your standing nipples making you arch your back and throw your head back resting it over his shoulder. Pushing you down gently, you both lie on your side. He still is behind you, his chest pressed against your back and his arms around you make you feel safe and aware that nothing is going to be wrong. His left hand on your hair strokes it while he’s still kissing your neck and your shoulder. His right hand is on your hip and slowly moves down on your thigh and on your belly. As he moves he turns you on your back, he stares at you with one of those sweet looks of his which leave you breathless and kisses you parting your lips gently with his tongue searching for yours impatiently. His right hand runs free over your chest stopping on your breast for a while and going down over your sex. Your knickers can’t prevent you from feeling the gentleness of his fingers touch which massage your pussy making you gasp. “Can you tell me why your knickers are that wet?” he breathes with a mischievous smile in his face, “Oh! Are they?” you smile back, “Yep” he sighs, “think we’d better take them off…cos we don’t want you to catch a cold or sumthin’, do we?” You shake your head rubbing your nose against his inviting him to remove them. As he looks at your naked body you shiver. “Are you cold?” he inquires slightly worried. You shake your head slowly and mumble, “Um…it’s just that I’m totally…ehm…this his the first time that…that somebody sees m…” While you’re speaking he raises himself and having grasped the quilt, he covers you up, “Any better?” he whispers kissing your brow. You smile and kiss him as sign of gratitude, then brushing his lips with your fingers you say, “Guess I’ll have to get used to it!” “Let’s say you don’t have much choice” he grins holding your hand and kissing it, “but you don’t have to do it at once!” As you kiss each other again, you feel him getting hard little by little under his shorts against you thigh so you reach for them and try to pull down, but he suddenly breaks the kiss and grasps your hand, “Leave it to me” he whispers, “there’s another thing I gotta do” so he raises himself up and takes them off, then sits on the edge of the bed and opens the drawer of his bedside table. Although you can’t see what he’s doing you can imagine it from the noise of a cellophane wrapper opening and from James’s swearing. When you raise yourself up on your elbow, he turns and says smiling, “Don’t watch!” “Is it alright over there?” “Um…yeah…...shit!!” “I see” you chuckle, “I’m sorry, don’t think I can…ehm…help you!” “Don’t laugh” he says turning again, “a little wee has passed since the last t…dammit!” Seeing him in difficulty, you go closer putting your hands on his waist, “Erm, maybe, I can help you” you say with a hint pleasure in your voice, “Naah, you don’t hav…aaaaah…jes…uuussss!” he groans throwing his head back as soon as your teeth grasp the lobe of his ear biting it gently, “That helped…definitely!” he sighs deeply. Lying again by your side, he removes your hair from your face and plays with it twisting a lock around his fingers. “There are a couple of things I must tell you before going on. First, erm…you already know this, but I want to tell you again…” he pauses, so you think you can finish for him saying that you know you can stop him whenever you want to…but this is not what he has in mind now, “I love you, Monica. I love you like mad ‘cos you make me happy just with your smile!” “Damn you! Don’t you dare protest if I weep now!” you say softly feeling your eyes filling with tears. “Ooops!” he giggles, “Sorry baby, I desperately needed to tell you!” then fondling your cheek he goes on, “Second… I’ll be sweet, I’ll be gentle, I’ll take care of you” “I know” you smile, “it’ll be beautiful. I feel it in my bones! I have to tell you something too…Please, don’t ask me how I feel every 30 seconds!” “Okay…every minute?” “James…” “At least every couple can I?” Closing your eyes your lips and tongues meet again while his hand finds his way down towards your thigh. You automatically part your legs as he reaches for your sex, bare this time. He arouses you by playing with your clit, brushing it slowly with his fingers forcing you to give vent to your delight letting yourself go completely. “Gggg…od…it’s won…won…derf…oooooh” you groan as soon as his lips move over your neck. You are scared. Scared that you’re lost in one of your dreams, one of those dreams you wouldn’t ever stop dreaming, one of those dreams in which everything is perfect, too perfect to be real. Sadly, you know that reality can’t be perfect and for this reason you’re afraid that what is happening now is just an illusion, just a fruit of a silly little girl’s imagination who believes in fables where the beautiful Prince Charming falls in love with the unlucky and miserable girl…and they all lived happily ever after!!! But, unfortunately, the truth is that you’re not a child, you must accept that, you’re an adult and fables don’t exist. When you open your eyes you realise that James is over you already inside you partially. The only thing you manage to do is smiling at him fondling his cheek to let him understand that everything is fine. He’s moving so slowly that it is as if he’s not moving at all but you feel him entering gradually. Kissing your lips sweetly, he asks you that thing, obviously he does, and you reply with a soft low moan rubbing the nape of his neck. As he fills you completely, he stops and stays still for a while staring at you stroking your hair and kissing you again with a lot of sweetness and passion at the same time. When he starts moving his pelvis you wrap your arms round him…Now you are aware that you’re not dreaming. That’s reality: you and James are making love for the first time and everything is wonderful!! He’s exactly doing what he said, he’s making you feel good and nothing else seems to matter to him. He’s even sweeter, gentler and more careful than you expected him to be. His hands still are on your hair stroking it slowly, his lips continually move all over your face and neck kissing and biting your skin gently, your hands fondle his back up and down. He stops all of a sudden, “Jamie don’t…pleeeease…not yet!” you whimper panting holding him tight in your arms so he starts moving again at once. He stops again some minutes later parting from you and lying by your side so you rest your head on his chest closing your eyes. He wraps his arms around you then strokes and kisses your hair. “You alright?” he asks softly, “Mmm, I’m tired…wanna sleep” you reply mumbling. “Okay luv, I’ll stay here and give you some cuddles then!” he finally says pleased stroking on your hair. He’s close to you. Although half asleep, you feel his strong arms wrapped around you, his lovely hands fondling your back with a gentle touch; you feel his soft lips brushing your forehead; you feel his hot breath coming out from his nose; you feel his shining eyes staring at your face sweetly as only them can. Opening your eyes slowly, his tender smile welcomes your waking. You glance at him sleepy then you rest your head on his chest again and re-close your eyes. You yawn lazily a couple of times then you lift your head and look at him. He’s ready to speak but since you don’t want him to because you know what he’d say, you stop him with a long kiss. You thank him without adding anything else sure that he knows the reason of your ‘thank you’. He’s about to speak again and this time you prevent him from doing it by putting your fingers on his lips, “Please don’t ask!” you whisper staring at him, so he kisses your fingers. You lie down on your side so that you’re facing each other now. He fondles your cheek staring at you steadily and for a moment you think how beautiful it would be waking next to such a man each day of your life. “Did you have a good sleep?” he asks, “Slept like a baby!” “That’s what you are!” He whispers brushing your lips with his. “Although we made love, I don’t want you to give up feeling like a child. Never.” “You know that you’re just the sweetest teddy bear…Yogi!” you smile, “Yeah…and Yogi’s just a lovely nick…but don’t you dare call me Yogi in public…or I’ll tell everybody you’re my…ehm…kitten!!” “How funny! That’s something you’ll never do!” “Right…was just a crap threat, wasn’t it? Let’s talk seriously now…there’s something I’d like to know…did you plan it? I mean whether you…well…you know…” “No, I didn’t. If I had planned it I’m sure something would have gone wrong…” When you got up in the morning and saw him shaving with just that tiny shorts on, you felt a sudden burst of excitement, but when you got closer to him wrapping your arms around him, you realised that that was the only thing you really wanted. You just wanted to hold him and let his smell fill your nostrils. You asked him to shave your legs not because you already knew what would happen later but just because they needed to be shaven and since you hate doing it yourself, you asked him to sure that he’d have been pleased to…give you a hand!!! In any case, when you kissed him under his ear while he was shaving and when the two of you were in the bath, you were aware that you were doing something that pleased him and you don’t either deny that you enjoyed it as well. The only thing you planned was staying in bed with him the whole day to talk, cuddle, watch telly…You talked and cuddled a lot, he showed his sweetness and love for you more than ever, then all the rest followed as a direct consequence. You felt that everything would have been like you had imagined it, you were in a snug room lighted by candles with an adorable man who loved you immensely. For this reason you didn’t want to wait any longer. “Thank you Jamie. It was beautiful. A lot more beautiful than I could ever expect!” “You don’t know how happy I am to hear you saying this!” “Now I have a question…dunno why I haven’t asked you this yet…When did you realised you loved me?” “When I lost you the first time!” He replies. At beginning he fancied you a lot but after you told him about your past, his feelings changed. He felt a lot of affection and esteem towards you but his feelings changed again when he realised you also felt something for him and he got annoyed the day of his birthday when you didn’t want him to kiss you. He lost you the night you met at Ian’s pub when he got drunk and attacked you. Then some days later when he saw you with that guy you hardly knew, he was aware that it was his fault if you were there. He had hurt you so badly. He still thanks heavens for getting there before that fucking bastard (these are the words he uses) could take advantage of your drunkenness to have sex with you. During the following months he tried not to think of you and all the mess he had done, but that impossible. He felt so badly. He just wanted to explain, apologise and say goodbye then he wouldn’t meet you anymore. Your birthday was the perfect occasion to do it. He gave you Stella as he had promised at Christmas and wrote you that letter. That should have been the end of every kind of relationship between the two of you. Meeting you at Shane’s birthday party was a big shock. He was happy and terrified at the same time: happy to see your sweet face he thought he wouldn’t have seen again but terrified of your reaction. Then when you hugged him saying you missed him and wanted your friend back, he swore to God he would stay by your side as a friend and would never allowed anybody to hurt you again. But being only a friend was very hard. He understood it the day of Rhys’s wedding as soon as he saw you at ‘The House’. That was the first time he saw your wearing a dress and found you utterly charming. Seeing you dancing with Hugo then, was a hard blow to him. You smiled a lot and looked so happy. The day you watched the video Sean filmed at the party, when you asked if he had been jealous, he replied he was but just a little. That wasn’t true, he was extremely jealous. Then when he saw you slapping Hugo hard across the face, he understood he had said something wrong and just felt like punching him. Later, when you burst into tears since you were scared of staying alone the rest of you life, he felt the huge need to hold you in his arms tighter and tighter and tell you he loved you more than his own life, but he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t because it was too soon, the two of you had just made up and he was too frightened of your refusal. He deliberately asked if it was possible for you and him to stay together and when you said you were sure you would end up hurting each other, he resigned himself to be only a friend. But that didn’t last long because when he had a flu he realised he needed you desperately and the day he invited you to have dinner at his place he gave in. he couldn’t keep hiding his true feelings towards you. “I’m so sorry honey, I didn’t mean you to suff…” you begin speaking feeling very sad, he places his fingers over your lips and smiling says, “Doesn’t matter anymore ‘cos you’re here now!” You kiss each other again then he goes on speaking, “I’m sorry luv, but I need to know if you’re alright. There was some blood on the condom and…” “Blood?” you cut him off, “Erm…hang on a sec…” you lift the quilt up and see some spots of blood on the sheet, “Whoops! Think we need to change the sheets!” you smile, then seeing a worried expression in his face you add, “Don’t worry, it happens the first time.” “Yes I know….but maybe if I had been more caref…” “More careful?” you chuckle, “it wouldn’t have been possible…believe me!” You think you’d better take a shower now while he changes the sheets. When you leave the bathroom you find him smoking in the lounge standing by the window so you go close and hug him. “Are you hungry? Want me to prepare you anything?” he asks rubbing your back, “Just some tea” “Okay. Go back to bed, I’ll join you in a minute!” Having kissed him you return to his bedroom and lie down. He arrives some minutes later carrying a try with two cups of tea he leans over his bedside table to let tea cool a bit. He joins in bed and you cuddle each other and none of you say anything for some minutes, he just brushes your hand and forearm you’re resting on his chest. He looks thoughtful and you had the same impression in the morning and before when he as having a fag by the window so you don’t think that the ‘blood question’ is the only reason for his anxiety. “Still worried? I’m fine. Really” you smile to reassure him kissing the tip of his nose, “Okay, I believe you” he smiles speaking softly with a hint of melancholy in voice and eyes, “Why don’t you tell me why you’re sad?” “I’m not sad, tell me why should I?” “You must tell me” you insist. He lowers his eyes for a moment while he fondles your chin, then looking at you again he replies, “It’s Richey’s birthday today…but I’m fine! I was used to phone him every year……and this morning when I got up and saw the phone…I picked it up and dialled his number…just think – I still remember it…that’s why I asked you to spend the weekend together…didn’t feel like staying alone above all today.” “Why didn’t you tell me?” He shrugs. “Maybe ‘cos I didn’t want you to feel obliged to do something to make me feel better. I just wanted you to stay with me. Nothing else.” He kisses you again, the you ask, “Sure you’re alright?” Suddenly, the expression in his face changes, his eyes shine and with a mischievous grin he says, “Can you just imagine how long I didn’t feel that good?” you burst into laughing burying your face in his neck, “I didn’t remember that making love could be that good!” “I’m happy I’ve waited to do it with you!” you grin. He also is happy you’ve waited to do it with him because he could have never stood the thought of you with another man as he was aware he loved you so much and would do anything to make you happy. “Can you do me a favour?” he asks, “Yeah” “I want you to see a doctor” “WOOOT? I’m fine Jam…” you protest, “Please!!” “Argh! Don’t think you have ever been at the gynaecologist’s, do you? So you can’t understand!” you say slightly annoyed, “Yep…I know that’s not like going to the dentist’s even thought most of people just faint at the word ‘dentist’…but you could ask Chris…” “She’s a paediatrician…you said that…don’t you remember?” “Yeah…but she’s a doctor first of all! An excellent doctor…and she’s a friend…and a woman…so I’m sure you’ll feel at ease with her.” “Okay, you won! I’ll phone her later” “Thanks a lot honey!” “If there’s someone in here who has to thank the other…that’s me!” PART 25 >>> <<< Enola's stories |