When Ellen entered the hotel room she was sharing with her sister, the older woman was just getting out of bed.
"Looks like somebody had a better night than I did," Vicky remarked, pointedly looking her up and down.
"And just what makes you say that?" She asked coyly.
"You're quite fetchingly mussed, and you smell like Mike's aftershave and sex. You finally fucked him didn't you?"
"God, you have no idea," she finally relented excitedly.
"That good huh?"
"Better-i didn't know a man could last so long. We did it for hours!"
"There's more than just stamina. They've got to have the skill too."
"Oh he was fantastic!"
"Better than John?"
"Well..." She hesitated but in the end she'd always told her sister every minute detail of her life. "He's BIGGER than John." "How much bigger are we talking here?"
" I didn't measure of course, but I'd say a couple of inches longer at least and quite a bit thicker."
"The length isn't as important as girth. You've got BOTH there though. You are a lucky girl indeed. If I were you, I'd be getting more of that as soon as possible."
"I wanted to talk to you about that actually."
"Don't tell me he's kinky as well and he's already suggesting a threesome. Sorry El, he's not my type."
"Stop. I don't think that would be his thing. He DID say I could stay with him while I'm here though. You as well."
"Why would you want to do that?"
She REALLY hesitated this time. "He loves me...and I love him."
The conversation suddenly grew serious. "I thought you should have a bit of fun. I never suggested you leave John all together for some guy you just met," Vicky said. "Now you're telling me you're actually in love with him and you pretty much want to move in with him!?"
"I'm not saying it's forever. I just have to pursue this, see where it leads, that's all. It could burn itself out..."
"But then it might not. That's what you're saying, that you think it's possible this could become serious."
"I don't know-maybe."
"But what if it doesn't? Then you will have given up the man you've loved your entire life for nothing. It's not like you could just run back to him you know, not with how jealous and possessive Lennon is."
"If I lose John, than I guess that's how it was meant to be. But that won't matter any road if it all works out with Michael. And, yes, you're right, I think it actually could. Either way, it's worth trying. I'd always regret if I didn't. I need to know."
"Well, I'm always here for you no matter what completely mad thing you decide to do. I wish you luck with Tex."
II
"You want me to stay HERE?" Vicky complained, looking around the small, sparsely furnished rooms.
"You don't have to. You could just remain at the hotel."
"It didn't seem to make much sense my continuing to spend all that money. I might be rethinking that decision now though."
"Don't be posh. Your first flat wasn't any better, and it certainly wasn't this clean."
"I know it ain't much, but it's home," Mike said, entering the room with no idea about what had been said in his absence. "You can stay as long as you like."
"I'm on the couch, right?"
" I would have offered to let you and Ellen share my bed but I think she and I will be needing it more than you would."
"Spare me that visual please. And if I want to get any sleep, I hope these walls aren't too thin cause I've HEARD you having sex El. You're a screamer. But then I'm sure he knows that too."
They both blushed, Ellen scolding, "Vicky!"
"So you can DO it, but you don't want me to TALK about it?"
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Two Different Roads
RomanceEllen Raymond has been working for Beatle manager Brian Epstein for two years. She's also been in the midst of an affair with her childhood friend John Lennon. It is the summer of 1965. The band is on tour in America, staying in a rented house in L...