My Story.

Come A Little Bit Closer.

I was gone maybe half an hour or less. I sent Joe to get food. Everyone wanted pizza. He moaned about being the one that would look like a fat twat having to buy 8.

While he was out I made my way back over to her and told her to follow my lead. I sat across from her and took hold of her hand letting my thumb graze the back of it. I felt that same electric feeling I had felt when I managed to hold her in September. I didn't know why she had this effect on me but I didn't want to fight the feelings I was having. I knew she was young but yet I didn't care. I just hoped that she wasn't too young. If there was one thing I would never do it was to sleep with someone underage.

I lit a ciggie but felt a pang of loneliness the second I let go of her hand so I instantly grabbed it again. I was enjoying the feelings running through my veins way too much. I saw her gaze fall to the packet of cigs on the table.

"Do you smoke Kerry?"  She nodded but informed me that the twat didn't let her. Fucking hypocrite. I told her to help herself to one of mine .

"They're strong mind. I smoke Marlboro."

She shrugged and informed me that she used to nick her dad's Camel ciggies. This girl was quickly getting under my skin and I liked it. A lot. I pushed the packet towards her but to my delight and amusement she leaned forward and helped herself to the one I had just lit. Her tiny fingers brushed my lips as she took it from me. Oh my god the tingles that went through me were indescribable. I glanced across at Alan. Yet again he looked like his head was about to explode.

"Clever girl. He's seething." I barely managed to get the words out.

I watched her own lips intently as she took a long drag of the cigarette. She inhaled the smoke as sexily as I have ever seen it done. For me it was reminiscent of Marlene Dietrich. I felt myself lick my lips then smile at her. I was as giddy as a teenage boy that had just discovered dirty magazines. In my head the dreams I had been having about her popped back to the forefront. I was imagining tasting her lips, feeling them working their way down my body, lightly caressing my skin, playing with my nipples until finally they were wrapped around my dick. I was brought out of my daydream by hearing Alan scream across the room.

"OI! WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT SMOKING!!!"

The poor thing jumped a mile then quickly tried to hand the cigarette back to me. I spotted this as an opportunity to grate on the twats rising temper by guiding her fingers to my mouth. I held her hand there while I drew a deep drag of it. She attempted to pull her hand away but I shook my head slightly and she left it there. There was no way I was going to pass up the chance of smelling her perfume or feel her touch my face the way I had imagined it so many times. I was not disappointed. In fact my dreams had been nothing in comparison to the reality.  We sat like that for another 5 minutes or so. Sharing the cigarette. I savoured every drag I had because I could taste her lips on it. The guys were shouting me over.

"I'm having a fag break."

In reality the cigarette had almost burnt away. I however had got a raging hard on and couldn't get up. I knew damn well the guys would start taking the piss again. I heard footsteps coming closer but paid no attention until Coco hissed in my ear.

"Are you forgetting that you are engaged David." As if I could.

I had received a phonecall not 5 minutes after I had woken up. Iman asking me to call Harrods and see if the gift list for the wedding had been dispatched to our 'guests' yet because no presents had arrived at the house as yet. Fucking materialistic bitch.

The hiss in my ear managed to disperse the blood away from my dick to the rest of my body with ease. I reassured Kerry that I would be back again. She shrugged and put her headphones back on. I waited a couple of seconds to hear her music playing before I turned to face Coco.

"What the fuck was that all about Corinne?"

"You need to keep your distance from that one."

"Actually. It's that twat over there who needs to keep his fucking distance. Dirty fucker."

"You know nothing about her David. Alan has been looking after her. She's a trouble maker. Her parents can't control her. "

I shook my head at her and walked off in the direction of the stage. She caught up with me and hissed again.

"Mark my words David, If you get involved with that one it will be the biggest mistake of your life."

I brushed her off and grabbed my guitar. The guys had been talking and were now laughing amongst themselves.

"So what are we gonna try now?" Big mistake. They all laughed and and Reeves started to play the intro to a song that wasn't on our set list.

'Come A little Bit Closer' by Jay and The Americans. 

I gave them the middle finger but joined in. I turned to face Kerry and sang it directly to her. Kerry however was completely oblivious. On the rare occasions she looked in our direction I got the distinct impression that she considered me to be an idiot. The guys all laughed at her lack of interest. Once we had finished that impromptu rendition. Coco glared and tapped her watch then turned her attention back to the twat.

Hunt put on his best comedy German accent saluted and stamped his feet together.

"Ja mein Führer"

Reeves added.

"David. Ve hav vays ov making you sing"

I couldn't help but laugh. This earned me a killer glare from Coco. I knew I would wake up with my knackers being torched if she came back to our house. Personally I was hoping she would fuck off home tonight. I wasn't in the mood for her and her lectures on how I needed to be with Iman.

The next song we rehearsed was 'A Certain Girl'. I even pulled out the moves I'd done at the Brixton Academy. Again no response from Kerry ...Apart from looking at me like I was completely demented when I licked my fingers.

After another 3 songs and a bit of dicking about I sauntered back to where Kerry was.