head upstairs as
he nuzzles into her neck and become aware of a hollowness inside me. The
anticipation of telling him everything seeps away like air from a balloon
leaving me feeling a bit lost.
This is not good. I’ve only known him for a couple of days
and I’m already intrigued by him. I have no right to feel slighted yet I do.
I’d somehow imagined him waiting for me as eager for my company as I was for
his. The fact that he patently wasn’t waiting is very obvious and shoots a
warning shot across my consciousness. I can’t get too involved I think
sadly as I recognise that this stop is just like all the others – temporary.
Bram
I push Stella/Bella or whatever the fuck her name is up the
stairs inwardly cursing myself. Time had got away with me and I’d embarrassed
Alys which is something that I really don’t want to do. This connection with
her that I feel is inconvenient to say the least. I can’t afford to be
interested in her yet I am.
The whole day had dragged once she’d left and I’d been at a
loss as to what to do, feeling bored and antsy which isn’t like me. Finally,
I’d gone over to our lead singer Charlie’s house where as usual there were
women hanging around. However, I couldn’t even summon up the interest to flirt
and Charlie had been in a funny mood too which was something to do with either
Mabe his best friend, or Sid his brother.
Therefore the whole afternoon we’d huddled in the studio
trying out some melodies to go with his new lyrics. They’d been about his woman
being with another man so I’m opting for his mood being about Mabe after all as
she’s got a new boyfriend.
Stella/Bella had been more persistent than the other girls
who’d largely drifted away when they realised that we were busy. Instead she’d
plonked herself down next to us which really takes some gumption, and when
Charlie had left to check on Sid I’d fallen into conversation with her. Boredom
had then led to me bringing her back here where I’d sort of fallen into her
vagina.
Still, I’d intended to have her gone by the time that Alys
got back because I’d been eager to know how she’d got on today. She’s starting
to fascinate me and I’m growing to value the way that my stardom doesn’t affect
her at all, that she teases me and laughs with me and calls me on bullshit.
I feel easy with her but what worries me is that moment when
she’d interrupted us shagging. I’d felt my erection subsiding at being caught
by her but as I’d turned to her and caught those massive navy eyes staring at
me, the other girl had vanished and all my senses had strained towards her and
just like that I was as hard as I’d ever been in my life.
I tumble Stella/Bella into bed but as I’m pumping away
inside her, bastard that I am, my thoughts are with the girl downstairs, and
it’s her face that I see as I roar and come as if I haven’t had sex for years.
This is not good.
Chapter Four
Alys
A week later I’m lying on the settee when Bram and Matt come
in. Bram throws himself onto the settee next to me cavalierly and ruffles my
hair which is loose. “Alys,” he drawls, grinning as I smack his hand away.
“Mind my hair.”
“Why? It’s so pretty,” he smirks, doing it again. “Makes you
look all sexed up with it like that.”
I sneak a look at him because sexed up definitely brings
back memories of him and that girl but he steadfastly ignores me. He either
doesn’t want to revisit the subject or he can’t remember the girl. I’m opting
for a mixture of the two but I decide to go along with him. I’ve not seen much
of him this week and it felt a bit strained when I did as if he was worried about
upsetting me, so I’m happy with anything that brings back the status quo.
I’m also fascinated by the fact that he’s now clean shaven.
The day after we’d had our discussion about my being deaf and how I found it
difficult to lip read when men have beards, I’d come home to find that he’d
shaved
he nuzzles into her neck and become aware of a hollowness inside me. The
anticipation of telling him everything seeps away like air from a balloon
leaving me feeling a bit lost.
This is not good. I’ve only known him for a couple of days
and I’m already intrigued by him. I have no right to feel slighted yet I do.
I’d somehow imagined him waiting for me as eager for my company as I was for
his. The fact that he patently wasn’t waiting is very obvious and shoots a
warning shot across my consciousness. I can’t get too involved I think
sadly as I recognise that this stop is just like all the others – temporary.
Bram
I push Stella/Bella or whatever the fuck her name is up the
stairs inwardly cursing myself. Time had got away with me and I’d embarrassed
Alys which is something that I really don’t want to do. This connection with
her that I feel is inconvenient to say the least. I can’t afford to be
interested in her yet I am.
The whole day had dragged once she’d left and I’d been at a
loss as to what to do, feeling bored and antsy which isn’t like me. Finally,
I’d gone over to our lead singer Charlie’s house where as usual there were
women hanging around. However, I couldn’t even summon up the interest to flirt
and Charlie had been in a funny mood too which was something to do with either
Mabe his best friend, or Sid his brother.
Therefore the whole afternoon we’d huddled in the studio
trying out some melodies to go with his new lyrics. They’d been about his woman
being with another man so I’m opting for his mood being about Mabe after all as
she’s got a new boyfriend.
Stella/Bella had been more persistent than the other girls
who’d largely drifted away when they realised that we were busy. Instead she’d
plonked herself down next to us which really takes some gumption, and when
Charlie had left to check on Sid I’d fallen into conversation with her. Boredom
had then led to me bringing her back here where I’d sort of fallen into her
vagina.
Still, I’d intended to have her gone by the time that Alys
got back because I’d been eager to know how she’d got on today. She’s starting
to fascinate me and I’m growing to value the way that my stardom doesn’t affect
her at all, that she teases me and laughs with me and calls me on bullshit.
I feel easy with her but what worries me is that moment when
she’d interrupted us shagging. I’d felt my erection subsiding at being caught
by her but as I’d turned to her and caught those massive navy eyes staring at
me, the other girl had vanished and all my senses had strained towards her and
just like that I was as hard as I’d ever been in my life.
I tumble Stella/Bella into bed but as I’m pumping away
inside her, bastard that I am, my thoughts are with the girl downstairs, and
it’s her face that I see as I roar and come as if I haven’t had sex for years.
This is not good.
Chapter Four
Alys
A week later I’m lying on the settee when Bram and Matt come
in. Bram throws himself onto the settee next to me cavalierly and ruffles my
hair which is loose. “Alys,” he drawls, grinning as I smack his hand away.
“Mind my hair.”
“Why? It’s so pretty,” he smirks, doing it again. “Makes you
look all sexed up with it like that.”
I sneak a look at him because sexed up definitely brings
back memories of him and that girl but he steadfastly ignores me. He either
doesn’t want to revisit the subject or he can’t remember the girl. I’m opting
for a mixture of the two but I decide to go along with him. I’ve not seen much
of him this week and it felt a bit strained when I did as if he was worried about
upsetting me, so I’m happy with anything that brings back the status quo.
I’m also fascinated by the fact that he’s now clean shaven.
The day after we’d had our discussion about my being deaf and how I found it
difficult to lip read when men have beards, I’d come home to find that he’d
shaved
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