Date: Thu, 29 Nov 2007 18:57:29 +0000
From: pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk
Subject: 'A Warm April Saturday' Chapter 9.
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The Spanish holiday continues; in chapter 8, after an unpromising start
ithings took a marked turn for the better. So how do they develop? Read
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CHAPTER NINE
By the time we've finished in the bathroom and got ourselves dressed
it's quarter past six. Having a shower together was really neat;
we'll have to do that again. We wander downstairs.
"Let's hang out at mine for a bit," I suggest. "Mum might think it's
a bit odd if we spend all our time round here."
We stroll the few yards to our villa. Mum's well chilled out. That's
good; it's why we came here. We sit and chat about this and that, all
really cool. Me and Stephen are back to being just ordinary kids
again, sitting there chilling out in front of the telly. A car
appears, heading along the driveway.
"Mum and dad are back," Stephen says quietly. "I'd better go and tell
them where I am."
He makes his way out of the front door; me and mum follow behind.
Stephen's mum is just getting out of the car. She bustles over to us.
She's tall, athletic looking and very fair; Stephen is so like her!
Wow!
"I'm Sue Crosby" she says. "I hope Stephen hasn't been making a
nuisance of himself."
Stephen's dad follows her. He's completely different, short and
stocky with dark hair starting to turn grey. You'd never pick him as
Stephen's dad; you just wouldn't. Introductions all round, all very
friendly, not that I expected any different. That's good; means there
won't be a problem about me and Stephen hanging out together. Out
mums are really going at it. That's weird; they met, like, two
minutes ago and now they're yakking away like they've known each
other years. Women! I don't think I'll ever understand them.
The rest of us stroll into the villa. James gets drinks for himself
and Stephen's dad. He seems very quiet, almost shy. There's some
casual conversation about work, cars, golf; you know, the usual man
stuff. It's ten minutes before mum comes back in. They've got it all
sorted; we're all having dinner together. That's pretty neat too;
means I'll get to spend some more time with Stephen. The three of
them head back to their villa to get ready.
It's quarter to eight when we meet up and head over to the
restaurant. For once Stephen's not dressed all in black; pale grey
cargo shorts and a blue and white check short-sleeve shirt. He's
still got the baseball cap on though. Eating together like this is
very enjoyable, it really is. Stephen's mum's pretty amazing, not
bossy, just really good at getting people organised. She only talks
quietly, but it seems like that's all she has to do. She just asks
nicely and Stephen and his dad do whatever she says. Deputy Head of a
big high school in Reading; that's what Stephen said she was. I bet
the kids there don't mess her around! Mum obviously likes her a lot.
My mum can talk pretty well, but Stephen's mum could talk for
Britain! Paul, Stephen's dad is just the opposite. He says so little
it'd be easy to forget he was there. It's pretty clear who calls the
shots in Stephen's house, and it isn't his dad.
Ten past nine; dinner was great. Me and Stephen got to have a glass
of wine each too. Sue orders another bottle; seems like there's a
whole lot more talking to be done, mainly our mums, of course, but
James has been doing his fair share. Paul just seems totally out of
it, like the dormouse at the Mad Hatter's tea party.
"Dad," Stephen asks, trying to sound as bored as possible. "Can me
and Chris go back the villa and watch telly for a bit?"
Paul hands him the keys. "Go on; behave yourselves and don't get into
mischief," he says quietly.
Mum repeats the message about not getting into mischief; we excuse
ourselves. As we leave I glance back at Paul and think about the
dormouse again. I giggle to myself, wondering if the other three will
try to stuff him into the teapot. We stroll the few yards back to the
villa just enjoying the warm evening air. Somehow, I don't think that
watching telly is a big part of what Stephen has in mind. "Don't get
into mischief" they said. Well, I've a pretty good idea that getting
into mischief's exactly what we'll be doing. Somehow doing stuff mum
really wouldn't want me to do is, like, part of the buzz. Stephen
unlocks the door; I follow him inside.
"D'you want to come upstairs?" he asks, smiling at me.
"Yeah!"
We make our way up to his bedroom. Any minute now we're going to be
getting into lots of mischief. We kick our shoes and socks off and
set about undressing each other. Undoing the buttons on Stephen's
shirt feels really sexy. He slips it off. I undo the top of his
shorts and pull down the zip. They fall to the floor, leaving his
standing there just in his boxers. I kneel in front of him and skin
them down his legs. Wow! He is so fit! To think that this time
yesterday I was worrying I wouldn't meet anyone to hang out with;
well, that's all sorted. I take his semi-stiff cock into my mouth.
It's rock hard in, like, two seconds.
Stephen sits on the edge of the bed as he takes my shorts and briefs
off. He slips my cock into his mouth. I reach forward, flicking off
his baseball cap and running my fingers over his short blond hair. We
jump onto the bed, picking up where we left off a few hours ago, lips
locked together, Stephen's tongue pushed deep into my mouth. This is
awesome; I could stay like this forever. The kiss ends; Stephen's
looking right into my eyes.
"Can I fuck you again?" he whispers.
"Yeah, but I want to suck you some more first. Can you sixty-nine?"
"Never done that; should be okay though. You got the stuff?"
"Shit! It's in my other shorts; I've not got any pockets in these.
You got any hair gel or anything?"
"Nah; don't need it with my hair this short."
"Let's go to the bathroom, see what we can find."
We check the bathroom that Stephen uses; nothing. He leads the way to
his parents' room.
"Don't disturb anything" he says. "If mum knows I've been in here,
I'm fucked."
We head through to their bathroom. I pick up a tube off the shelf.
"What's this?" I ask.
"Mum's hand cream."
"Should get the job done; KY's better though!"
We scuttle back to Stephen's room and arrange ourselves lying on our
sides, sort of corner to corner across the bed. We fit together like
we were made for it, Stephen's hand slipping between my legs, his
finger working the cream into my bum. We both take things pretty
slow, gently sucking and licking each other. Stephen's tongue works
all over my cock and slashes at my balls. Oh yeah! He's really good
at this! A second finger joins the first. Nice!
"Are you ready?" he whispers.
I get into the classic doggy position, knees wide apart, bum pushed
well back, head and shoulders down on the pillow. I glance behind me.
Stephen's smearing cream onto his dick.
"Go for it, Stevie boy!"
He moves in behind me, guiding his cock onto my hole. One quick
thrust and it slides right into me; his hard, flat tummy colliding
with my bum. Oh fuck! This is so good!
"Do it, man!" I gasp.
I don't have to ask him twice. He's a good athlete like his mum; in,
like, no time he's pounding my arse like it's the last chance he'll
ever get. Fuck! I'm moaning and gasping, unable to imagine that
anything can feel as awesome as this does.
"Play with my cock!" I tell him.
He reaches down, his slim fingers wrapping themselves around my
throbbing dick. It hits me almost at once. My whole body shudders
violently, head banging against the pillow, bum flaring and
tightening round Stephen's thrusting cock. My dick comes to life
between his fingers; it's tingling so much it almost hurts. He lets
it go and grabs me round the hips, slamming right into me. His cock
explodes, firing several more volleys of spunk deep into my bum. Wow!
That was what I wanted; I guess what I've always wanted. He slowly
eases back, allowing his cock to pop out of my arse. He's filled me
up again; that is awesome! I look over my shoulder. He's sitting back
on his heels.
"Fuck, man!" he says, still trying to get his breath back. "I've been
dreaming about doing that for months. I always knew it'd be pretty
amazing, but that was, well, like fuckin' unreal!"
I need the bathroom. I get off the bed; Stephen follows me, putting
an arm round my shoulder.
"When I'm back home," he whispers, "doing that with Jody, it'll be
you I'm thinking about."
I turn and lick his nose. That was so neat! It's another forty
minutes before the adults reappear. We're sitting in the lounge room
watching telly, just like we're supposed to be.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
I wake to find James sitting on my bed.
"What's the time?" I ask.
"Half past seven."
"Where's mum?"
"Still asleep; we didn't drink all that much last night, but a good
bit more than she's used to, I guess."
"Stephen's dad seems really quiet," I comment.
"Yeah; after you guys left I kept trying to draw him into the
conversation, but it was hard work. He's okay though." He smiles at
me. "You are Stephen seem to be getting on pretty well."
"Yeah; he's cool. I like hanging out with him."
"Hey babe; it's me you're talking to!" he says, grinning. "I think it
goes a bit further than that."
"Yeah, well, we've messed about a bit," I concede, wriggling
uncomfortably.
"Yeah, well there you go!" he says. "I told you you'd meet someone."
He leans over and whispers right in my ear. "Has he fucked you?"
Shit! This is so embarrassing! "Yeah," I admit, hardly able to look
at him. "Twice; once when we got back from the pool then we did it
again, you know, after dinner."
"Thought so!" he says quietly, ruffling my hair. "That's cool; he's a
fit lad. Nice cock?"
"About five inches, you know, the same length as Greg's, but not as
thick; he's not got any hair down there either and his balls aren't
much bigger than mine." I pause for a second. "Got a real shock when
he did me though; he came loads, almost as much as you!"
"Really? So you messed your underpants then?"
"Yeah, a bit!"
"Does he wear that baseball cap all the time?"
"Pretty much, except when he's in the pool or the shower or
something. I had to make him take it off before we ---, you know."
"Oh, right! D'you think he sleeps in it?"
"Probably!"
"You haven't said anything about ---, you know?"
"Of course not! I'm not stupid!"
"No reason why you shouldn't," he says quietly.
I look at him like he's gone mad.
"He's fucking you, isn't he?" he says, smiling and gently stroking my
hair. "He can't very well say anything, can he?" He pauses, smiling
down at me. "It'd be different if we were at home; something might
get out, but we're only here for two weeks, yeah? Then we go our
separate ways."
Well, I can see where he's coming from, but it still seems a bit
scary; what if it freaked Stephen out when I told him?
"He knew I'd been fucked," I whisper. "I told him I've got a
boyfriend."
"Greg, you mean?"
"Yeah."
Fuck! He can read me like a book!
"Had he done it before?"
"Nah! Said he messes about with this kid who lives over the road.
They tried it, but he didn't know about using lube and getting the
kid ready and that so he couldn't get it in."
"So he knows better now, then!"
"Yeah; you know what he said, after he fucked me last night? He said
when he's back home and doing it to this kid Jody he'd be thinking
about me!"
"Cool! Well, you just enjoy yourselves. With his mum and dad being
out so much you can do it more or less whenever you want."
"Yeah." I grin at him. "So are we going to, --- you know?"
"Not today; we might wake your mum," he whispers. "Wednesday morning,
Stephen's parents are going on a shopping trip. They've invited your
mum to go with them; I've volunteered to stay here and hold the fort.
They'll be leaving about nine o'clock."
Well that's pretty cool; we'll have plenty of time before I meet up
with Stephen. I'm not sure what to do about saying something to
Stephen though; I'm not sure if I really want to. Suppose he really
goes for the idea? I'm not sure I want to share James with him. I'm
not sure if I'd like them taking turns on me either, `cause I'm
pretty sure that's what'd happen. They'd probably spit roast me too.
Sure it'd be pretty wild, but it's not all personal and sexy like
when it's just the two of us, is it? But I've got a problem; what's
going to happen on Wednesday? Suppose Stephen realises, --- you know,
that someone else has fucked me? That might freak him out even worse.
Hmmm! I'll have to think about this!
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
It's just gone half past ten when the four of us stroll across to the
pool, James, mum, me and Stephen. Peter and Lewis seem pleased to see
me, Peter especially. I introduce everyone. It's all really cool; mum
and James seem to hit it off straight away with David and Jenny. The
shallow end of the pool's been roped off and they've got floating
mats and stuff for us kids to play on, like we often have at the pool
back home. We all jump in; within a couple of minutes we're having a
blast, tipping each other off our mats and just, well, being kids.
Peter and Lewis work together most of the time; they give as good as
they get too.
James joins us in the water. This is even better! He's so big and
strong he can tip a mat over just like that! After a few minutes, he
teams up with the two younger ones against me and Stephen. This is
not fair! We're getting drowned! Funny though, he never actually
touches any of us. We touch him, you know, when we're trying to get
our own back, but he doesn't put a hand on any of us. Then it clicks;
it's `cause David and Jenny are watching. He's good; you have to say
that!
We crawl out of the pool and collapse onto our towels; I haven't had
that much fun in ages! James comes back out looking as cool as he
always does. Suddenly he's back to being one of the adults, like he
flicked a switch or something. After a drink and an ice cream each
we've all recovered and it's off to play on the diving board and the
water slide. Stephen dives beautifully; I can't believe how high he
gets. After half an hour we're all tired again and it's back to our
towels.
"Mum," I ask. "Is it okay if me and James go down to the beach for a
bit? James knows the way; he's been before. We won't get lost or
anything."
She's in a really good mood; she's not going to say no, she just
isn't."
"Okay, but I want you back by half past twelve," she tells us.
It's twenty to now, so that's okay; it just lets me and Stephen get
away for a bit.
"Can I go too, dad?" Peter asks, looking pleadingly at David.
This was definitely not part of the plan; I'm sort of hoping he'll
say no. He doesn't; he looks at me.
"Is that okay, Chris?" he asks. "You'll look after him, won't you?"
"Yeah, no problem," I say, smiling. Well, I couldn't really say
anything else, could I?
Lewis looks disappointed that he can't go too. I pull a tennis ball
out of James's bag and stuff it into my pocket.
"Just need a pee before we go," Stephen says.
He heads over towards the changing area where we went yesterday. Me
and Peter trot along after him and follow him into the men's room.
There's nobody else there. There are four urinals. Stephen uses the
first one. I quite deliberately go right to the other end; I'm not
even thinking about what Peter's going to do. He takes the one next
to Stephen. As I finish peeing I glance across. My eyes nearly fall
out; he's peeking at Stephen's dick! I get the feeling that he may
have taken a peek at me too while I wasn't looking, but it's Stephen
he's concentrating on. Holy shit! I'd never even thought about that!
Out of sight of his parents, Peter really loosens up, like hanging
out with two older kids without his mum and dad there is a really big
adventure for him. I'm not sure if Stephen realised what he was doing
back in the men's room. His parents are out playing golf again. We
could go to their place for a mess about; Peter would be well up for
it! He might even let us ---, you know. Don't even go there! We're
off to the beach like we said we were!
Stephen's really good at throwing a tennis ball; he can throw it
almost as hard as James does. He can catch just about anything too,
jumping and diving all over the place to catch balls that are nowhere
near him. It was what I expected somehow. Peter's almost as bad at
catching as I used to be. I try to show him how to let his hands ride
with the ball, but he doesn't seem to get it. He looks really down.
"I used to drop it all the time till James showed me how to catch
properly," I say, smiling at him. "Next time I'll get him to come
with us; he'll teach you!"
"Would you? Thanks! So he isn't your dad then?"
"He's mum's boyfriend."
"Oh! He's cool!"
I smile to myself. He's a nice kid; just needs to get away from his
mum and dad a bit more. So he's curious about what older boys look
like. Well, so what? I'm sure he doesn't really understand it; I know
I wouldn't have at his age. It's probably better that way.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
We leave Peter with his mum and dad and stroll back to the villa. I
glance over my shoulder. James and mum are a good twenty yards behind
us.
"Did you notice Peter peeking at you while you were having a piss?" I
ask quietly.
"Course I bloody did; dirty little sod! He was sneaking a look at you
too!"
"You're not thinking of doing anything, are you?"
"No way, man!"
"Cute little bum!" I say, teasing him.
"Yeah, whatever! He's only nine and he's glued to his mum and dad
most of the time. It's way too risky, man.!"
"Yeah, cool."
Phew! I'm glad we got that sorted out!
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
Ten to two; lunch is finished. Me and James do the washing up and put
everything away.
"Mum, is it okay if I go round to Stephen's, just chill out till
four? His mum and dad are out all day so he's on his own."
"Okay, but make sure you do just chill out; and you're not to go out
till four, understand?"
"Yes, mum!"
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
We're chilling out all right, lying naked on Stephen's bed, our arms
draped across each other's shoulders.
"Stephen, I've got something to tell you, but you've got to promise
not to freak, okay?"
"Yeah, no worries!"
"You know I told you about my boyfriend, yeah?" Well it wasn't him
who, you know, got me into doing this."
"Yeah?"
I take a deep breath. "It was James."
There's a deathly silence. Shit! He is going to freak!
"So are you into that, then, going with older guys?"
"Yeah! Not just any older guy though; James is really fit and he's
helped me with all sorts of stuff."
"He's fit all right. I could tell you really like him; I never
thought about him doing that; he's been all over your mum whenever
I've seen him. I wouldn't want to go with an older guy; I like, you
know, boys my age or a bit younger. Does he fuck you?"
"Yeah."
"So does he want to do stuff with me?"
"Dunno, really. I guess he would if you were up for it. I think he'd
like the two of you to spit-roast me, you know, him at one end, you
at the other."
"Would you like that?"
"Not sure."
"I'd rather just be here with you."
"I would too." I say snuggling up to him. "I've not done anything
with James since we got here `cause mum's been around the whole time,
but Wednesday morning, when she's going with your mum and dad on this
shopping trip, we're going to do it then. You don't mind, do you?"
"Course not, as long as you're happy."
"You're really cool, you know that?" I give him a peck on the cheek.
"So d'you want to fuck me then?"
"What d'you think?"
I carefully coat his dick with KY; it's time to try something new.
"Hold your cock so it's sticking straight up," I tell him.
I shift across so that my body's directly above his and gently lower
myself onto it. I settle down right on top of him, his heart thumping
between my shoulder blades. He wraps his arms round me.
"This is different!" he comments, reaching down to play with my
privates. "Did James teach you this?"
"Yeah!"
Not strictly true, but I'm not going to tell him about Vince and all
that business; that would be too much information!
"Go for it, Stevie!" I say.
He starts pumping his hips, driving his hard cock right into me. He's
still playing with my cock and balls too. Oh, yeah! I want more of
this!
"Oh, Stevie!" I moan. "That's awesome, man!"
He pumps even harder, his breathing getting hotter and noisier. He's
very close; I am too. Suddenly, I totally lose it. The room
disintegrates into a kaleidoscope of flashing lights like I've been
transported to another planet. My body's shaking; bum tightening,
cock jerking, Stephen's spunk filling my bum. Oh fuck!
When my senses start working again I'm almost surprised to find
myself back in Stephen's bedroom still impaled on his dick. I have to
think for a moment to remember how I got here. Wow! Was that wild or
what? I slowly lift myself off him. Some of his spunk splutters out
and lands on his tummy.
"Did you like that?" I ask.
"Yeah, course I did! I'd fuck you hanging from the lights if you
wanted me to! I'd rather do it like we did it before though!
I smile to myself; I think I would too.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
James has come to the beach with us to give Peter a lesson on
catching a ball. He's amazing, just like he was with me. By the end
of it Peter's catching everything; fast ones, high ones, low ones,
whatever we throw at him. Even Stephen learns something: how to take
a high catch that's going to go over your head. He tries to catch
them by back-pedalling across the sand but he can't get back fast
enough. James shows him how to take them by turning round and running
forwards, taking the ball as it comes over his shoulder.
It's time to make our way back to the pool. Stephen and I walk in
front, with James and Peter a little way behind.
"I can see why kids like him so much," Stephen says quietly. "He
explains stuff really well and he's so patient; great fun to be with
too. He'd make an awesome teacher."
I smile to myself. I know Stephen says he's not interested in older
guys, but he's starting to understand why I like James so much and
how important he is to me. I take a glance behind. Peter's totally
awestruck, walking along looking up at James like he was some sort of
god. Back at the pool, Peter talks excitedly to his dad about how
much fun he's had and how much he's learned.
"Thanks, James," David says warmly. "You really seem to have got
through to him; I wish I could!"
"It's about confidence mainly," James says casually, "learning to
relax."
He makes it sounds like anyone could have done it, but they can't,
that's the whole point. Most guys wouldn't have a clue how to do what
he just did. James is pretty special all right.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
It's five past nine when mum leaves. James gives her a big sloppy
kiss before she goes. We sit on the sofa. At last we've got some time
together.
"You okay, Tiger?" he asks.
"Yeah, cool." I snuggle closer to him. "I just want to say thanks."
"What for?"
"You know, bringing us here and that; it's been awesome!"
"It's great seeing you and your mum so happy," he says, putting an
arm round my shoulder. "That'll do for me."
"I want to say thanks for yesterday too."
"Yesterday?"
"Yeah, you know, coming to the beach and showing Peter how to catch
properly. You were brilliant! I think Stephen understands now."
"Understands what?" he says, sounding puzzled.
"How special you are and why I like you so much. I told him, you know
like you said. He was okay with it, but he says he's not into older
guys. I don't think he got it at first. Well, he does now, I think.
He's starting to, anyway."
"Well, I was having great fun," he says, gently stroking my hair.
"Peter's a lovely kid and Stephen's a superb athlete; not surprising
once you've met his mum."
I tell him about the business with Peter peeking at us in the men's
room.
"So Stephen's not stupid either!" he says, grinning and giving my
shoulder a squeeze. "Trying anything with Peter would have been way
too risky. You wouldn't have wanted to do that, would you?"
"Not really; I thought Stephen might though."
"So what d'you want now?" he asks, smiling down at me.
I turn towards him, running my tongue over my lips. He pulls me into
a wonderful, sexy kiss.
"Let's go upstairs," he whispers.
He follows me up. I'm about to go into my room but he stops me; we're
going to use theirs. He sits on the edge of the king-size bed and
gently undresses me, not that I've got that much to take off. He's so
good at this; his touch is amazing. Just having his fingers running
over my arms and legs makes me tingle all over. He leans forwards,
taking my cock into his mouth, his fingers fondling my balls and the
tickling the sensitive area just behind them This is so good!
I help him take off his shirt, shorts, boxers. Wow! He's the fittest
guy on the planet, or at least I think he is. We get onto the bed and
just lie there, kissing, cuddling stroking each other. There's no
rush; we've got all the time we want. This is heaven! He slowly licks
his way down my body until his tongue's lapping at my cock. I run my
fingers through his hair as he moves on down to lick my balls.
Gradually he works his way back up until his tongue's working magic
on the tip of my cock. Oh, yeah! He pushes down, taking it fully into
his mouth, sucking it, licking it. Fuck! I hardly know which day of
the week it is!
We swap over. I take my time, making sure to pay attention to his
nipples as I work my way down; he really likes that. Finally I'm
there. I take a deep breath and go down on him, gradually pushing
down until I've got just over half of it in my mouth. I slide back
up, using my tongue to work all over the shiny purple head. I get
into a nice steady rhythm, James moaning quietly and stroking my
hair. His moans get a little louder; it's time to stop. I get into
the doggy position. James moves round behind me and starts licking me
out. He's still the only person who's done that to me. It is so sexy!
Really gross, but it's sort of sexy `cause it's so gross, if you know
what I mean.
His tongue moves away. A cool slimy finger circles my hole and pushes
its way inside, touching my prostate. This isn't going to take long.
It's not that he's rushing, but Stephen's bummed me a couple of times
a day for the last three days so, well, you get the picture. The
finger slides smoothly out.
"How d'you want it, Tiger?" he whispers. "Like this?"
"Yeah!"
As it goes, I've pretty much decided that this is my favourite
position; don't know why, it just is. James moves in close, his cock
nuzzling against my hole. It's been a week and a half since he last
fucked me and no-one else I've been with comes near to his size. I
relax and push out. There's a momentary stab of pain as it goes in,
replaced almost immediately by that wonderful, warm, full feeling. He
holds me round the tops of my legs and slowly pulls me onto him till
his cock-hair's squished up against my bum. Oh, yeah! I've taken it
all, everything he's got! That is awesome!
He starts off really slow, same as he usually does, building it up
and building it up till he's pounding my arse like the world's about
to end. He reaches down and fondles my cock. It has the same effect
as it always does, complete overload! Within seconds I'm thrashing
about, clawing at the bed, my dick jerking over and over between his
fingers. James is right there too, slamming right into me, his cock
rearing up so hard it almost lifts me off the bed, jet after jet of
thick, creamy man-spunk flooding into my arse.
Suddenly it's over. We stay right as we are for maybe twenty seconds,
just trying to get ourselves back together. That was as good as it
gets; nothing can ever beat the way that feels. Very slowly he pulls
out.
"Wow, Tiger!" he says, still breathing hard. "That was well worth
waiting for! I said you're the best and I was not wrong! You've got
such a cute little bum!"
I use their bathroom to get cleaned up. When I get back, James is
still lying naked on the bed. I jump on next to him.
"James," I ask. "Why does everybody say I've got a cute little bum?
You said it, Scott did and Stephen."
He wraps an arm round my shoulder and licks my nose. "Probably
because you've got a cute little bum!" he whispers.
We both laugh. I snuggle right up to him, resting my head on his
chest. I love this guy; I really do.