October 11, Sunday. Wimpole Street. 3:45pm

[jamesmacca]

I was sitting in my room, door locked with a towel stuck underneath the door. Wait. I wasn't sitting. I could see the ceiling. Was I sitting on the wall? No, no that's impossible. Unless I put glue on my ass. Very strong glue. Oh shit, I hope I'm wearing pants otherwise I was never moving, or I'd rip off my skin

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[pattieboyd64]

I was home alone, had absolutely nothing to do. God only knew what George was up to, and every one of my friends I felt like going out with was busy (and in my boredom I managed to concoct a rather elaborate conspiracy for this particular coincidence, which I'm certainly hoping will never escape the confines of my own mind, thanks). My luck, eh? So when the phone rang, I bolted across the room, saying a quick prayer that it was for me and not Mary Bee, and whoever it was would be up for either a club or a long chat.

"Hello?"

[jamesmacca]

I laid back into the couch, lighting the new joint.

I looked over to Pattie. God, she looked...amazing. I thought back to when she was moaning underneath me and I might have groaned but I wasn't sure. Oh well.

"Feeling anything yet?" I asked, leaning closer to her.

[pattieboyd64]

I found myself grinning all of a sudden when I looked over at him. His eyes were growing dark and he was coming closer...

"I may be," I said, smirking, and moved in towards him. Oh, god, I could so shameless sometimes...but I shoved those thoughts back with those of George and concentrated on Paul sitting next to me on my couch, looking at me the way he was.

[jamesmacca]

Oh, she wanted me. It was so obvious. But why was it so easy for her to cheat on George with me? Maybe I should ask her. No wait, that might kill the mood and I'll go home needing to wank. Bad idea.

"So why is it..." No! This is bad! I just came to the conclusion to not do this. I'll stop. But then I'll have an open sentence and she'll want to know the end of it. I panicked as I thought of something to say. "that your hair is blonde?" Perfect.

[pattieboyd64]

...And I thought I was random. But then I realized he must have had something else in mind when he began the question. Well...whatever it was, I was hoping it wasn't important. I looked at him, raising an eyebrow. "Genetics," I said, figuring I had to at least provide an answer for one reason or another. I figured I'd find out what he was going to say at some point...

But even so, my god. Way to ruin a mood.

[jamesmacca]

"I like genetics. I like blondes. I like brunettes, too. Redheads, even." I closed my eyes, not wanting to open them. Ah, this was nice, just sitting next to a randy Pattie Boyd while high.

Wait. Just sitting? I turned to her quickly, which made me dizzy for a moment, and put my hand on her leg. Shit, now what?

[pattieboyd64]

I looked over at him and my gaze slid down to his hand. This was one of the strangest nights I'd had for quite awhile, I had to say...but it was certainly better than sitting here alone.

I laid my hand on his and moved it a couple inches up my leg. Might as well speed things on before he started on about my hair again (and what was with that anyway? What had he been going to say?...God, that was going to bother me).

And then, inexplicably, my mind shot yet again to George...and when I tried to ignore this again, it didn't work. Damn. Maybe I shouldn't be doing this (maybe? Maybe?). Maybe I should just have him leave, or move farther down the couch, or something...I'd just end up feeling guilty in the end, or at least that was what had happened after last time. Almost every time I'd seen George since then I found myself seeing Paul instead, and my stomach and my heart wound up swapping places. Sometimes it was almost unbearable and I'd come dangerously close to admitting what had happened to him...but then I'd realize that

[jamesmacca]

I grinned as she moved my hand up her leg. She wanted me, and I loved it. I laughed a bit before leaning in closer to her.

"What are you doing, Miss Boyd?" I asked, my lips brushing against her ear.

[pattieboyd64]

I sighed and closed my eyes for a second, determined to forget George just for a while. Chills ran down my spine when Paul leaned into me...okay, good, focus on that.

I turned to him and grinned softly. C'mon, you can do this...again. God, he was cute, but...in a really sexy sort of way. Yeah...I could do this. Just take a deep breath, focus on Paul...

Okay. After a minute, I was good. No George. (George? George who?) "Well," I said softly, my hand sliding to Paul's shoulder. "Nothing at the moment...I was hoping you had some ideas."

[jamesmacca]

"Oh, I have a few. But you'd have to lay down first. Maybe take off your shoes." Was she even wearing shoes? I had no idea.

[pattieboyd64]

I laughed softly and lay back across the couch, pulling him down with me. "And what happens now?"

[jamesmacca]

I pressed my face into her neck, loving the smell of her perfume. I kissed the skin lightly.

"A few things," I mumbled in response, my hand finding it's way underneath her shirt.

[pattieboyd64]

I grinned, my stomach and heart again switching themselves round, but in a much better way this time. "Sounds good to me," I murmured, my hands moving across his back.

[jamesmacca]

I grabbed onto the hem of her shirt and tugged it up, somehow getting it off her. My fingers trailed lightly down her chest, stomach, skirt, settling at the inside of her thigh.

"I'm glad you're so willing," I teased, placing kisses down her shoulder.

[pattieboyd64]

I decided to ignore that, lest I start feeling guilty again, and instead settled for pulling his t-shirt over his head. And then...I found myself remembering that the first time I'd had sex with George, it had been on this very couch, and we'd wound up relocating to my room because...the couch was too small. Right? So I figured either Paul and I make the couch thing work or I pull him down onto the floor. Ouh, either of those could be pretty good...small spaces or unlimited.

I moved my hand up his arm and tilted his head up so I could press my lips to his neck. He smelled exactly the same as last time...I couldn't figure out if I loved it or hated it. I decided to go with the former. "Mm, Paul," I breathed, trailing my lips down his collarbone.

[jamesmacca]

She was starting to take control and I felt shiver run down my spine. That could be so hot. I groaned out loud at the thought.

"Mmm, getting a bit excited, are we?" I smiled. "I love it."