Chapter four - Kenji

The place is packed, the lights dimmed and the stage lit up ready for the first band to take the stage. I shouldn't be able to spot her in this amount of people but it's like a spotlight focuses on her in the darkness and I can watch her without being seen. Like a creep. 

She's looking across the room at a red headed bloke who doesn't seem to be paying her any attention. What an idiot he is! By the keen way she's watching him, I figure he's the secret boyfriend and I'm filled with jealousy. If he won't tell the world he's with her, he doesn't deserve her.

Her friends look like a rowdy bunch, laughing and joking, oblivious to the irritated looks they're getting from the people surrounding them and it reminds me of my friends.

"Come on bud, we're up." Laurie taps my shoulder with his sticks before walking onto the darkened stage.

The sounds of chatter fills the room as we take our places on the stage, but it instantly silences as Jamie plays a few strings on his bass and then he stops, grinning at us and holding up his hand to count to three.

As his third finger raises, it happens. Absolute pandemonium, people scream, cheer, bang their hands on the tables and their feet on the floor, it's amazing and it never gets old.

Jamie starts us off again, his bass barely audible over the crowd but we know our cues to well, we start playing anyway and then the lights lift, temporarily blinding me.

I start singing, ignoring the crowd of people pushing at the barrier and trying to get our attention, I'm looking around the room for the one person I want to see again and when I do, I see her entire focus is on me and me alone.

Fuck the boyfriend, she's mine now, she just doesn't know it yet. That makes me sound like a fucking psycho, but so be it, I didn't get this far by not going after what I want.

I wink at her, pleased when she ducks her head, trying to hide her smile but I see it and it doesn't take her long to look back up at me. She doesn't even notice the fucktard boyfriend of hers walking past her with his friends, fresh drinks in their hands. Nope, she's focused on me and that's the way it'll stay if I can help it.

We get to our first break and the lights dim, announcing to the crowd a fifteen minute break for drinks and the first thing I do is grab my phone, peeking out at Jenny when I send her the text to see she's already looking for her own phone in her bag.

I choose to believe she's waiting for me to contact her, not fucktard. Her phone lights up and she chews her bottom lip, looking around her and seconds later I feel my phone vibrate in my hand with her acceptance and asking where to meet me.

The excitement of meeting her makes me feel like a kid waiting for Christmas when I send back directions and the rest of the set creeps by at a glacial pace, but eventually we're doing the second and final encore of the night.

"Yo, where we going now?" Jamie asks. Always the first one eager to party after a good gig.

"That bar from the other night? Where those hot girls were." Harrison replies and Laurie whoops at him, announcing his readiness to "get his drinking on."

"You go on, I'm meeting someone so I'll see you in the morning." I tell them, ordering a separate car and hanging back to let them leave before I go to meet Jenny. She's already waiting for me, so I grab her hand, pulling her straight to the door of the car before we're spotted by the group of fans waiting at the main rear exit. They spot the car as soon as it starts up and converge on us, banging on the blacked out windows and trying to open the locked doors, calling for each of the band members by name.

"Wow, I'm suddenly glad I'm not famous." Jenny says, as the car inches along, careful not to run over anyone.

"So, how've you been? Your sister still alive or are you here for an alibi?" I ask, diverting her attention and being rewarded with an amused smile.

"Very much alive, I think they're going back to get drunk at the house tonight. I doubt she'll even notice I'm not there until tomorrow morning." A faint blush crosses her cheeks and she looks out the window at the remaining fans still trying to keep up with the car as it peels out onto the main road. "Where do you want to go? Are you staying in a hotel or something?"

"Yeah, we can go back there if you want? I mean, we've got plenty of alcohol in the suite and a TV full of films, or we can go somewhere more public if you prefer? That pub we met in last time maybe?" I watch her carefully, her face reflecting whatever thoughts are going through her head.

"Have you got rum at your hotel?" She asks and I grin, nodding.

"Light and dark."

"Let's go there then." I lean forward and give our destination to the driver. The journey only takes a few minutes and Jenny and I make comfortable conversation the entire way. We pull up outside and thankfully, because of the time, it's not very busy and we can slip inside unnoticed.

She becomes quieter as we entire the enormous suite and I look around at the mess, embarrassed that she's seeing it like this after her room was so well organised. I tidied up before we left, hopeful of the way tonight would go, but clearly my friends had other ideas when they came back to get changed after the gig.

"Sorry, my friends are pigs." I say, tossing Jamie's shirts and pants into his room, then picking up the empty glasses left on the table. "What do you have with your rum? Coke?"

"Yes, please." She follows me into the kitchen area, perching on a chair and watching me pour the drinks.

"Ok, you want to watch a film?" I pass her her drink and sip mine, dropping down on the sofa and picking up the remote to find the listings. "You choose."

"That one? I know it's old but have you seen The Strangers?" She asks, sitting right beside me. 

"Not for a long time." I click play, leaving the remote on the table and leaning towards her. As the film progresses, she moves closer to me, jumping at the scary bits and, after I refill our drinks and hand hers to her, she pretty much squashes herself against me. Not that I'm complaining. I wrap my arm around her shoulders, pulling her in tight to me side. 

The next time she squeals and jumps, she accidentally splashes her drink over both of us.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry." She tries to get up, her hand pressing my now damp thigh and she ends up leaning over me, her face close to mine. Our eyes lock and for maybe a millisecond we freeze in place.

Everything moves quickly after that, she's suddenly on my lap and we're kissing, my erection is painfully hard and there's no way she can't feel it prodding into her, but I don't try to hide it and she doesn't seem fazed. In fact, when I lean back, she follows, so she's almost lying on top of me, her shirt riding up on her back and revealing her bare skin to my eager hands.

When she doesn't object to my hands sliding under the back of her shirt, I push it up higher and she raises her arms, allowing me to tug it over her head and toss it onto the carpet while admiring her beautiful breasts in the sexy dark blue bra she's wearing.

Her nipples stand hard against the material and I can't wait to run my tongue over them, but our mouths meet again so I cup one boob in my hand, running my thumb over the nipple until I can't wait anymore and tug the material downwards, pinching it gently while breaking the kiss and guiding it to my waiting mouth.

She moans beautifully, rocking in my lap and holding my head in her hands as I grip it gently in my teeth, flicking my tongue back and forth. My hands make their way to her jeans, but instead of tugging them off of her, I pull at the waistband, allowing one hand enough space to slide down her tummy and into her underwear.

She's so wet and she moans again as I simultaneously shift my mouth to her other breast and push a finger inside her, pumping it in and out while she grinds against my hand.

"Oh…" She suddenly gasps, her hand clamping around my wrist and she starts to shake. Her mouth open and her eyes squeezed closed as I continue fingering her through her orgasm. 

She stands up, my hand slipping from her underwear and I wonder if she's going to tell me it was a mistake, that she wants me to take her home, but instead, she's tearing at her jeans to push them off of her, her pants dropping to the floor too and then climbing back on top of me, kissing me while her hand goes between her legs, rubbing me through my jeans.

"Fuck. I want to fuck you." I tell her between kisses and I feel her tugging at the button of my jeans until it gives, the zip being forced open by her hand reaching in to free me. 

She holds my cock against her folds, rubbing herself up and down it and the sensation is amazing, like having sex, but not quite and at the same time more erotic. I lean back, watching her breasts bouncing invitingly as she rubs herself all over me and I can't resist touching them, running my fingertips all over them, tracing the nipple and her cleavage, right up to her throat and mouth which is now open with her repeated moans.

It's so fucking sexy watching her pleasure herself on me, I almost forget the condom when she lines the my cock up to her opening, the moist, warmth enveloping the head.

"Woah, woah, wait." I lift my hips to get the condom from my back pocket, inadvertently pushing myself inside her just a little bit more and it feels so good, I almost say 'fuck it' and go for it raw. But no, drawing on every iota of my willpower, I pull out of her long enough to cover my cock, before pushing myself deep inside.

"Oh my…" She falls forward, her head against my shoulder as I'm rooted inside her, but even then, her hips start to rotate, making the tiniest of circles and creating a whirlwind of pleasure inside me.

My movements match hers and before long she's bouncing up and down on my lap, holding onto my shoulders while crying out a series of single syllables.

At some point she wrestles her bra from her body, leaving her entirely naked on my lap, while I'm still fully clothed, a fact which she must notice because she starts tugging forcefully on my t-shirt until she manages to pull it off me, her mouth descending on my chest as she continues fucking me.

"I'm sorry, I can't hold it." I explode inside her, holding her down on my lap so hard I'm sure she'll have fingertip sized bruises tomorrow but I can't let go as my orgasm rocks through me.

Her hand drops between her legs to play with her clit, trying to bring on her own orgasm and I can't have that.

"No." I bat her hand away, lifting her onto her feet on the sofa and pushing her forward so she's straddling my face. My head supported by the back of the sofa, I grip her ass, pushing two fingers inside her as I lick her clit and it doesn't take long before she's shaking above me. 

Somehow I'm hard again, so while she's recovering, still straddling my face, I switch out the condom, tossing the used one onto the floor to clean up later.

Tentatively I flick my tongue over her again, moving my fingers in and out of her slowly and she groans, moving her hips against my face encouragingly, so I keep going until she comes again, repositioning her onto her hands and knees on the sofa and pushing inside her from behind before her orgasm has finished.

She screams loud enough that I'm sure the floor below know exactly what we're doing and I love it. I fuck her hard, showing her that I can bring her pleasure like no other guy.

"Kenji…" She starts to say my name, but it ends up in a moan as her body tenses beneath me. She tightens around my dick it's impossible for me not to come and I push myself as deep inside her as I can, my hips practically glued to her ass as I pump my load into the condom.

I lean over her back, getting my breath back when I hear voices outside. I feel Jenny stiffen beneath me and pull out of her, pointing at my bedroom door and she runs naked into my room before I manage to speak.

Tucking myself into my jeans and doing myself up, I've just managed to gather all our clothes up when Laurie, Jamie and Harrison burst through the door with a group of girls.

"Kenji, you missed one hell of an after party." Jamie shouts, his shirt is flapping open and there's lipstick marks all down his chest. Two girls clinging to him look as though they want to come over to me next, so I hold the bundle of clothes in front of me like a shield, edging backwards towards my room.

Harrison and Laurie flop down on the sofa Jenny and I just vacated with a girl each dropping to their knees in front of them.

"I'll see you in the morning, night." I call, slipping into my room and locking the door. Dropping the clothes on the chair in my room, Jenny watches me silently from the bed as I strip off completely, moving towards her to kiss her just as we hear a shocked scream from outside, followed by Jamie's deep laughter.

"Kenji, you left your condom on the floor dude and Melanie stepped on it." He shouts, laughing louder after the girl says something we can't hear.

"You ok?" I ask Jenny and she nods, chewing her bottom lip anxiously. "What's up?"

"I don't really want to walk past them knowing they know what we did. I know that's stupid…" 

"It's fine, they'll be fast asleep until about midday at the earliest, no one will see you." I kiss her cheek and slip into the bed beside her, hugging her closer to me as the sex noises start up outside the room. I reach for the remote, turning the TV up just loud enough to drown them out.

"Wait… I can sleep here?" She looks so surprised I can't help but feel a bit offended.

"We've slept together before." I say and she nods, then shakes her head.

"Yeah but that wasn't intentional last time and we already had sex…"  Her frown is so deep and she's clutching the blanket to her chest as though it could protect her from something, so I sit up, kissing her gently on the lips.

"Firstly, I'm not the sort of dickhead who kicks a girl out of his bed the second we're finished and secondly, although I want you to stay over, I'm not going to force you, I can't get you out without anyone seeing you if you want to go home but…" I kiss her again, longer this time. "I found this place that does amazing breakfasts which I was planning to take you to tomorrow if you want."

"Really? You're sure?" The blanket lowers a little and I can feel her relaxing.

"Definitely, I've been going there every morning since we got here, they do amazing pancakes." She laughs, shoving me with her shoulder.

"You know that's not what I meant." 

"I know." I kiss her again and she leans back, tugging me on top of her, her legs apart so I slip between them and my cock is positioned perfectly to slide right in. "Shit, I nearly forgot the condom again. I need one permanently attached when you're around."

After jumping out of bed and sliding the condom over my miraculously-rock-hard-for-the-third-time-tonight erection, I crawl over her, pushing gently inside her and kissing her while thrusting deliberately slowly, working her up until she's begging me to go faster, and even then I draw it out.

We finally fall asleep hours later, exhausted and satisfied, spooning with me still inside her, my arms around her and her fingers laced with mine, our bodies so close I doubt you could even slide a bit of paper between us.