Get It Straight, Or Say Good Night

Help!- Hand Over Tit

Warm sunlight fell all over Louise, she groaned and rolled a little to escape the light trying to infiltrate her eyes.....

Her hand reached out blindly – John.

Lou grinned broadly he was a wizard he was, knew all the right places to touch and when he said the magic words 'ohhh la la' .... her fingers itched to touch him again.

The bed was empty and Lou gave up then and there- she opened her eyes. It must have been late in the morning perhaps nine o'clock. Well that was late for her, usually the morning sickness had her up dry retching in the toilet. Louise sat bolt upright- she felt ..... nothing! Not sick, not even a little. Grinning, she lay back down and stretched long, wriggling fingers and toes, happily.

Moving slowly like an intruder Louise put her swimmers on. John had insisted that they would have some of the morning to themselves, and perhaps with the boys if they were up and about, to swim in the perfect sea that lapped so close to the back door. She missed the sea, the sand and could really be very easily persuaded to relocate to a deserted island pronto. With an apple in hand, clutching her new sunhat Louise sank a foot into the sand at the bottom of the stairs, sighed and wandered toward the beach and the gulls squawking.

"They're not gulls" Louise moaned and bit her lip, rolling her eyes for good measure. There, no more than seventy metres in front of her, was a sight to behold and they weren't squawking bloody seagulls.

No these were bigger, clingier and wouldn't leave if you waved your arm a bit and said piss off.

These were fans, female fans and they had a big bloody chip in their claws- John.

Two hanging off one arm, another with Johns arm slung over her shoulder -that girl then had the gall to hold said arm tightly over her tits. Louise felt like a tiger ready to pounce and inflict scratches and pain. Three more girls on his back leaning all over and a few in front holding out bits of paper and autograph books.

Louise couldn't see Johns face but the girls were grinning, then they laughed, then they bounced up and down in bikinis.

Arghhhhh, she'd tear someone limb from bloody lim-

"Morning Lou, loverly day for a stroll" Richy bound up to her side and then pointed and laughed quietly at John. Louise raised an eyebrow at Richy's silent laughter "Never ever be loud, Louise. Might wake the natives to there being two or more Beatles in the vicinity ...."

"Look at them all giggling and wiggling and fawning over him. I ought to go and –"

"Louise" Richy put a hand on her arm then leaned back, looking her up and down with an impressed smile, he must have just realised she was in a bikini too " Arrr what..... what was I saying? Where was I?"

"Richard!" Louise smacked his arm and Rich looked suitably admonished for his obvious ogle.

"I just... You, I . Ummm" Rich put a hand up to stop the conversation he wasn't having " Sorry. You just... That's a ripper of bikini Louise, you look wonderful" Richy smiled warmly and with enough sincerity to make Louise forget to be angry with him.

"Oh.. alright then. I got it right before I left"

"Well fits very nicely"

"What fits nicely?" George walked up behind Louise and took a bite of her apple without asking "Oh hey up, Lennon's being dragged away"

Three sets of eyes turned back to the girls trying to drag John in the surf, he wasn't happy, his feet were digging in the sand like a mule being stubborn, he still had his arm around that girl though. The one with the tits in his hand.