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The Long and Winding Road	By : rottengrl Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Sex Pistols Views: 1696 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of the Sex Pistols. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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“This is nice,” Rambo thought to himself as he sank deeper into the bench next to Connie. The night was warm without being muggy. They watched as the sun drained and the nights darkness spilled itself over the landscape. Boats with strings of tiny white lights glistened from the river slowly carrying their cargo of dancing and chit-chatting humans.
“I love this area,” Connie said
“Mmm, nice.”
“Guess it might be a little dull for an International Man of Mystery.”
“I could use some boredom luv,” Rambo replied chuckling.
“Client keep you running?”
“Well he hates to be idle is all,” he paused for a moment. “Well, that is not entirely true. I mean if he is watching TV especially football he is a right slug.”
“Football? What team?”
“Arsenal of course.”
“Arsenal? What state are they from?”
“Oh yeah I forgot. Soccer is our footie.”
“Footie?” she giggled. “That’s cute.”
“Yup that’s me, cute all over.” he looked at her with a smirk.
“I think your cute.”
“Really?”
“Sure, you don’t think so?”
“don’t really think about it.”
“Don’t you have a girl at home to tell you these things?”
“No. No girl at home.”
“Well that’s good news,” she said playfully.
“Is it?”
“Sure. I would hate to think I’m wasting such valuable flirting efforts on a spoken for man.”
She laughed a light happy laugh. He smiled broadly. He liked the sparkle in her eyes and the playful yet direct way she spoke. He was never very good with complicated conversations. Lord knows John could talk in backwards riddles. Sometimes he would find himself drifting off during one of John’s rants. His eyes would being to trace John’s lovely lips. His blue eyes, he freckled chest.
“What?” Rambo asked Connie aware suddenly that she had been speaking to him.
“Lost you already have I?” she laughed. I said I would like to walk along the water.”
She got up , stretched and began walking down the path along the water. Rambo quickly joined her.
“Sorry. My mind wandered back there. Didn’t mean to ignore you or tune you out.”
That’s okay,” she said again with a delectable sparkle in her eyes. I’m sure I can find some way you can make it up to me.”

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It had been a very long disastrous trip and now they were at the very bitter end. Johnny stared out at the crowd and took it all in. His dream was breaking into bits and he was too tired to give a damn. Somewhere in along the tour Steve and Paul had broken away. Hooked up with Malcolm and became fly boys jetting to each town via airplanes. He and Sidney road it out on the bus. Not bad really. Got a chance to see the landscape and the odd little towns. Everything in America seemed vast and big and brash. England was all under the surface. America was surface first and foremost. Sidney had been so junk sick at first that it actually worried John but after a bit he came around and even seemed to be back to his own playful self. And then fuckin San Francisco and Malcolm and the drugs. Sidney was smacked up and John knew he could do nothing to save him anymore. The friend he knew had died and this pathetic imitation took his place.
“Ever feel like you been cheated?” John sneered at the crowd, gave a laugh and said goodnight. Actually what he was saying was goodbye. Goodbye to his hope of crawling out from London. His chance to hang around with a band and be part of something. His chance to be someone above rather than just one more of the lot. It was also in fucking tatters now.
Backstage was a joke. Tired, sick with a cold and sick in the heart John glared at Sid who drank in the attention of a few American birds and a few members of the press. Malcolm and the other two had fucked off somewhere. To some after party he was not invited to. Later, when he tried to enter he was bared. It had all become such a fucking joke. He knew, in his heart, he was done.
Sidney talked up some blonde girl. The prettiest of the group really. Not that Sidney had any taste anyway. I mean Lord; he thought Nancy was a good catch. After a moment of two John was able to get the blonde alone and share a few minutes of conversation with her. Nothing important. Just words, compliments. Silly sexual come-ons that this girl seemed used to. A tired dance but an effective one. She asked him if there was anywhere more private they could go to. He stuck out his arm and they left the room and a very mad Sid behind them.
The one moment, looking back, that John might have changed was doing this in front of that damn photographer Bob Greun. Sure he was nice enough and took some fun photos of the tour. The problem was that years later his memory would be good enough to relay this little tidbit about the backstage bird to Richard Hell who happened to be writing a book. A book that his lovely Nora purchased, devoured and flung at his head when she came across the passage. If only she had waited to purchase the damn thing when it came out in paperback perhaps it would not have hurt so much.

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Her bra and panties were a nice, soft celery green. Against her pale skin and red hair she looked as if she had walked out of a Victoria Secret ad. Rambo melted just looking at her. They stood in the bedroom slash main room slash the only room of his room at the hotel. Their limbs twined around each other lightly touching as their mouths engaged in deep long kisses. He had only gotten as far as unbuttoning his shirt when she removed her clothes and revealed her lovely body. It had stopped him cold. He had to touch her. He had to taste her.
She ran her hands into his hair and drifted them toward the back of his neck. His hands moved towards her breasts. They were medium sized and natural. Rambo hated those plastic monster attachments woman had been getting. Nature knew what it was doing and it did it to perfection on Connie. He cupped and fondled them through her bra and then he undid the fastener or at least tried to. She suppressed a giggle and then helped him out unfastening it herself with ease. Her breasts were dotted with freckles like most of her skin. It was the hottest thing he had ever seen. At least on a woman than is. He could take no more. He scooped her up and plopped her on the bed roughly flopping down on the bed himself. She laughed out loud at the movement enjoying the strength of his arms and the passion in his kisses.
He cupped her breasts again and licked at her nipples giving them the tenderist nips with his teeth. She squealed in delight at the sensation. She pushed off his shirt and rubbed her hands on his broad shoulders. She could feel the muscles running just below the surface. She moved down to his belt and fumbled with it a bit before saying
“Take off your pants.”
He eagerly complied. She pushed at his underwear making it clear they were to be discarded as well. He slipped hers off leaving their naked bodies to touch each other as they moved closer on the bed. He laid on his back thinking she might be interested in performing a little oral sex on him first but to his surprise she choose to straddle him instead. She moved up his body until she was over his face. This was definitely a wild woman who knew what she wanted. He was completely turned on. He reached up and grabbed her ass pulling her lower lips towards his own waiting mouth. He licked at her wet pussy as she slowly thrust back and forth moaning from the sensations. He loved the sounds she made. His tongue stroked her clit and rimmed around her opening causing her to throw back her head and groan loudly.
She wiggled from his grasp and moved lower on his body. He felt her licking at his hard cock. He moaned trying not get too excited too soon. She took him out of her mouth and resuming her first position straddled his cock as she straddled his body. He loved this position. Well he loved most positions really. She leaned over a little resting her hands on his broad chest as he reached up and massaged her breasts. She was really moaning now, enjoying herself. Riding him like she was in the Kentucky Derby. He moved his hands to her ass rocking her faster and faster ,feeling her wetness taking his cock in harder and harder. Then she stopped again. Slowed. He could have cried. It felt so good and such torture all at the same time. She knew he was close but was controlling him, playing with him.
She climbed off of him pulled him on top of her. She was letting him take control. He knew once he started he would not be able to stop. He thrust himself inside of her and began pumping hard. She moaned and grabbed at the pillow. He could feel an orgasm go through her as her muscle contracted squeezing him as he slid in and out of her. He closed his eyes and felt the blessed release of his own pleasure.
“unnnhhhh ummmm,” he sputtered out the sounds as he felt the cum pouring out of his cock. She gripped him tighter completing her own pleasure with various cries and squeals. He felt the pleasure die away as his body became limp. He pulled out of her and laid next to her.
“You definitely made up for ignoring me earlier,” she said giving him enthusiastic kisses on his neck.
He smiled and held her closer. He had not felt this good in a long time. He wanted to just stay here with her and her laugh and her sparkling eyes.
Maybe this is the life I have been denying myself for far too long,” he thought to himself. “And maybe it is not too late yet to do something about it.”

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Nora was tracing her fingers along john’s chest. He liked when she did that. It felt comforting somehow. She hummed a little lost in thought. He was lost in a television program about the coastal tides.
“What was it like?” she asked when a commercial flicked on the screen.
“what was what like?” he asked looking at her.
“The first real time with Rammy.”
“What? What kind of a daft question is that?” He sat up a little causing her to sit up as well.
“I’m just curious.”
“And you can stay curious. Go rent a porno if your so interested.”
“Johnny,” she said practically purring to sooth the temper that was rising in him. “I want to know about you. What you felt. What you feel with him. Is it the same as with me?”
John’s temper diminished a little. He pushed the remote buttons clicking off the T.V. He could tell this was not a conversation he was going to get out of easily.
“Why do you need to know? I love you. Isn’t that good enough?”
“Of course. I know you love me and I love you completely. I just wonder things.”
“Wonder what things?”
“Like if it hurts and do you talk to each other like we talk when we are alone. Is he better in bed than me?”
He rolled his eyes at the ceiling and puffed out some air through his lips.
“You are definitely in a mood tonight aren’t ya?”
“Forget it then,” she started to get off the bed in a temper but he grabbed her wrists.
“Okay, okay I give. Your right. You let me have my life as I want it. I guess I would have questions too. Just surprised after all this time you still care really.”
“Of course I care. What if you get tired of me and only want him?”
John chuckled a little, “I think Rammy would go out of his mind. A little Johnny goes a long way as you yourself can admit to.”
She smiled and kissed him on his cheek. “I like my Johnny time.”
“And I like my Nora time.” He looked at her for a moment and then leaning back on the bed he stared up at the ceiling and asked, “well what specifically do you want to know?”
“Umm, she said trying to think of a light question that might not get him mad. “Where did the first, first time take place?”
“My room at home. Finsbury Park.”
“Was it nice?”
“No, well, yes I guess. More scary than anything. You know kids. All hands and hormones. Two seconds and your done and then it’s running off shocked and appalled at yourself.”
“Yes, it is silly in the beginning. Very ummm what is word…embarrassing. Exposing in a way.”
“Yeah,” he said still staring at the ceiling. He was enjoying this actually, opening up to her. She was always so understanding. Never judgmental. “Exposing. Yes, that is a good word for it.”
“So the first real time beyond hands , were you at home as well?”
“Nah, found a place to get together. Would have cause the parents a bit of heart failure if they would have seen me doing that.”
She laughed a soft laugh. “Did you know it was going to be the first time?”
“Nah. Was drunk. And yes it hurts a little but then it doesn’t. Probably the same the first time a girl does it I suppose.”
“Yes, it can hurt.” Nora agreed. She was enjoying getting a peak into this part of his life. “Was it a nice place? Romantic?”
“Romantic?” he laughed a little. “We may be strange boys but we were still boys. So no. No violins and candles I’m afraid.”
She laughed again.
“And did you or did he umm,” she was not sure how to ask.
“He ummed me. I didn’t umm him.”
“But you have?”
He sighed a little, “yes I have. Are we almost done?”
“Is he better than me? Sexually?”
John paused for a moment. “No,” he said firmly. “Just different. Your more delicate. Sweeter, softer. You taste different and sound different. He is rougher somehow. More solid. More forceful in a way.” John seemed to drift off in his thoughts as he said this. She noticed his cock start to get stiffer as he pondered over her and Rambo’s anatomies.
She traced her fingers over his cock which was exposed through the slit in the front of his underwear.
“Mmmm, so nice,” she said fondling him a little harder.
He turned on his side towards her running his hands down her body into her panties. She was wet.
“Like to hear about it baby? Like to hear about me being dominated by a man?”
She moaned appreciatively as he ran his fingers up and down her wet lips. She grabbed his hand to stop him and then moved herself more onto the bed. She took off her clothes as he watched her. She turned away from him lowering the front of her body and raising her ass towards him.
“I want you to do to me what you do to him.”
“Can’t,” he said a little shocked but definitely turned on. “It will hurt you.”
“I want you to,” she said spreading her ass wider.
He pushed off his underwear over his rock hard cock. He grabbed her hand lotion from the nightstand.
“I’ll try but if it hurts to much I’m going to stop.”
She did not respond. He ran the lotion over his cock and onto his hands carefully finger her. She cried out a little but did not stop him. He bent lower and ran his tongue over her sweet ass and then spreading her he rimmed her sweet spot. She moaned loudly in a way he had not heard before. It excited him. Her ass looked even better spread before him like this. It was driving him wild but he knew he had to go slow or he would hurt her too much. He tried again with his finger finding more give this time. Slowly he worked till he could get enough give in her body that he did not think she would be in too much pain. He maneuvered behind her and placed his cock against her ass. She sighed and groaned. He thrust forward a little putting his cock only a tiny bit into her. She took him and demanded more. He pulled out and this time tried much more. He saw her hands clench the bed sheets but did not demand that he stop. He quickly gave her two hard thrust hoping to get any pain over with as quickly as possible. She moaned in pleasure rocking her body with his thrusts. He was overcome with the pleasure of seeing her this way. Of dominating her this way. He began to really thrust and she rocked and moaned with his every move. Surprisingly a deep, loud orgasm escaped her body and he could feel her body shake from the pleasure pouring through her. She screamed and screamed as more and more waves of pleasure overtook her. Luckily she was face down or he was sure the staff would have barged in thinking he was killing her. As she rocked back for more and more hard thrust he felt the pleasure go through him and he came trying hard not to scream as loud as she did.
He pulled out of her and flopped back on the bed exhausted. She remained where she was but curled up on her side. He could see her body begin to shake and then heard her crying. He quickly moved over and cradled her.
“I’m so, so sorry. Did I hurt you. I didn’t want to hurt you.”
“No. I am not hurt,” she said through her tears. “It was just so beautiful. To be let into your other world like that. To feel that much pleasure go through you.”
“Baby,” he said lying next to her and rocking with her. “You are already in my world. Always have been always will be. I need you. You’re my heart and my soul.”
She turned to face him burying her face in his chest.
“You never leave me?” she said sounding small and scared
“Of course not. Can’t imagine you would ever, ever think I would. Don‘t ever think that way. We are together forever. Oh baby. How could you ever doubt that?”
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