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Good Morning Little Schoolgirl	By : Linda_Linda Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Led Zeppelin Views: 4197 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is unfortunately a work of FICTION (the OC is, uhm, high-school me). I do not know Jimmy Page or Led Zeppelin. I make NO money from this. Pairing: Jimmy Page/author.

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The next day drags on forever. Even when the hands on the clock move as I watch, it doesn’t reassure me that time isn’t slowing down. Through every class I am in a daze, thinking only of Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy, how he moaned and kissed me there, his promise of more when it was over. I become aroused at least five times.
The most memorable time is when I’m in music class. Jimmy’s right there, at the chalkboard, talking about the key of B flat and why it’s so hard to transpose (or something…), and I’m thinking about him but trying not to look at him, which is impossible. He’s a magnet. And in the middle of the lesson, while I’m fantasizing about what is to come this evening, probably staring off into space with a silly smile, he raps my knuckles with a ruler, leaving a mark before I become alert enough to pull my hand away.
“Ow! Wha-?”
Switching personalities for the school day, he becomes Cold, Distant Teacher. “I thought I told you to pay attention, Miss Blank!”
I can see that behind his façade, he wants to lean down and kiss me. I can see it in his eyes. “But-”
“No buts. See me after school.” He walks away and I try not to stare at his ass.
See me after school. As if I could do anything else.
*****
At last, the final bell rings, and the day is over. I thought it would never end! I grab my coat and bag and force myself to walk, not run, to Jimmy's classroom. Several times I have to stop and pretend to tie my shoe because there are still people around and I don’t want anyone knowing where I’m going, let alone why.
When I arrive, Jimmy's ready, tucking something into his pocket.
“I see you found your coat,” he says, smiling. I nod and break out into a full grin, relieved that the Eternal School Day has finished and I can leave, I can be with Jimmy… I can stay with him all weekend. And nobody has to know!
“Guess what?” he asks as we leave.
“I don’t know…what?”
“My car is fixed! We can drive home instead of walk through all this snow.” Hey, when it snows, it pours.
“Yay! So, no more snow in the boots? No more frozen legs?”
“No more,” he says with a smile and shushes me with one finger on my lips. I kiss it and we hold hands all the way out of school.
We get in the car and I feel both excited and nervous. Whether the near future is good or bad for me, I know things will never be the same.
“Watch this.” He starts the car without even turning the key. I am baffled.
“What the - how did you do that?!”
“Magic, I guess you might call it. I’m what some might call a ‘closet magician’, but I don’t let them define me…” The steering wheel turns by itself.
“Cool! Can you teach me sometime?”
A very tempting smirk appears on the side of his face I can see. “Maybe…”
******
“I hate to ask again, but are we there yet?” I inquire for the thousandth time.
“Almost,” he replies. “And…here we are.”
We pull into the driveway of the most beautiful house I’ve ever seen. Apparently I never really looked at it yesterday! A stained glass window shimmers in the afternoon sun, throwing different-colored light onto the snow outside.
I go inside and return to the bookcase where I was before, forgetting all about the cursed Complete Music Theory, Vol. 1 ½ that almost killed me yesterday. I go instead to the end of the shelf where the same strange unnamed book is shoved between the wall and an encyclopedia.
“Reading the non-existent story again?”
He’s next to me, out of nowhere. However I will try my best to get accustomed to his ability to appear at unexpected times.
“Yeah,” I giggle. “What is this book…really?”
“It’s some of my personal observations on magic. You know, what works, what doesn’t, and the best times for different spells…stuff like that.” He smiles. “But you’ll have to look at it under black light. It’s written in invisible ink.” He pulls a small flashlight out of his pocket and shines it on the pages.
As if by his will, the words make themselves clear. It’s handwritten in an all-caps scribble not unlike my own when I'm trying to write neatly.
This is his writing, I marvel. It’s so undecided whether to be cursive or not. Some letters are joined to each other, others illegible, still others clear as typewriter font. Writing is such a personal thing.
There’s drawings of the arrangements of items required for different spells. For a love spell, he drew a heart around the herbs and precious stones in the diagram, rather than the traditional circle. I smile. It’s so sweet and unusual – a man who can draw.
As I read, he bites my neck playfully, but pulls away when I turn around to reciprocate.
“Cut it out,” I complain with a smile. “You almost gave me a heart attack.”
“What?” he asks innocently. “I just wanna kiss you.”
I sit down in an overstuffed armchair and get bold. “Then come here and let me kiss you back.”
He leans in and strokes my hair, and for a moment I’m paralyzed under his gaze. He seems to stare straight into my soul. But we both go for each others’ lips at the same time, in perfect synch. He kisses me, gently, with just the right amount of pressure, sitting next to me and pulling me into his lap. I fight back a moan when I feel his legs touch mine. Sitting sideways, I lean into him, burying my face in his neck and undoing several buttons of his shirt.
“Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa,” he murmurs between caresses. “I thought you just wanted a kiss.”
“Well, I wanna cuddle, too,” I beg in my sweetest voice and rear back to look at him, stroking his hair.
“All right,” he allows, and lets me undo the rest of the buttons as he does the same to my shirt. And when I’ve bared his chest to my eyes, I gaze, unable to form words, entranced by the magical beauty of dark hair upon his porcelain pale chest. I find even greater reward in its touch, so soft and silky yet rough.
“You’re so beautiful,” I sigh, touching my lips to his mouth and then to his breastbone, laying my cheek over his heart. It’s pounding, and I wouldn’t be at all surprised if he was turned on…
He is. Certain stiffness nudges me through his pants. I shift on his lap and feel it jump.
He lets out a gasp/sigh and pulls me back in place. I cry out with lust, trying to rub against him, but he growls and stops me, grabbing my waist and turning me to face him. Awkwardly I attempt to keep my legs crossed, but have to give up as he kisses me to keep me distracted.
“C’mon baby,” he sighs. “Let me see those long lovely legs.” He pushes the hem of my skirt up and runs one hand over my smooth shaven thigh, pausing to massage a bruise from when I fell off the ladder yesterday. A long throb of desire rushes through me when his expert hand finds my most sensitive place and he slips one finger – just the first joint – inside, finding me damp with excitement.
A low moan escapes my lips and I throw my head back, nearly collapsing if not for Jimmy’s other hand at my waist. I contract involuntarily but, feeling my response, Jimmy pulls his hand away. Immediately I whimper and beg for more.
He growls. “I know mine’s not the only finger that’s gone in there.” It’s not. I’ve done this to myself many times, more often since we’ve met.
“Well, is it?” he asks with a kiss to my ear and rips my skirt and shirt off.
“Jimmy-!” I yelp and try to cover myself in vain. But with what?
He calms me with another kiss. “Do not be ashamed of your beauty.” He moves his hand to my breast and strokes the swollen little nipple. I pull his shirt down off his shoulders, making little noises beyond my control, almost unable to believe this is happening right now, Jimmy’s touching me…
“I know you like this,” my ravager purrs, dragging one finger over my cunt.
I arch my back. “I do.” A new rush of wetness soaks his hand and he pushes his finger into me again, deeper this time, crooking it just right.
“Talk to me,” he whispers, “or I’ll stop. And I know you don’t want that, now do you?”
“Ahhhh,” I sigh in his ear, kissing the lobe. “Please don’t stop.” I tangle my hands in his nice thick hair and tug gently, biting a stray lock with my teeth. “I love your hair.”
He kisses my bare shoulder. “Oh do you?”
“Yes, yes I do,” I reply. “Bloody sexy.”
“Did you used to lie in your big empty bed at night and dream of me?”
“Yes.” I’m shocked I’m even saying these things.
“And did you cry when you woke up alone?”
“Oh god yes,” I admit, “I wanted you so bad. And I still do.”
“Good.” He rubs his thumb against my swollen clit and thrusts in another finger, making me gasp. “And what else?”
“Sometimes I’d be so excited I couldn’t think of anything else except, oh, how I wanted you to touch me like you’re doing now. I’d dream about being with you – and I’d cum in my sleep, imagining your embrace, your kiss, your mouth on me, your hands all over, lovely hair…”
He smiles, slowly pulling his fingers out of me and sucking them clean. “I know what else you’d be thinkin’ about.”
“Oh really? What?”
He licks his lips slowly, enjoying the taste of me. He sneaks one hand down to his fly and unzips it. “This.”
My pussy thumps at the sight. He’s even better endowed than I’d imagined. He touches himself teasingly, smiling when I moan in longing. He moans back, pulling me a little closer, if that’s even possible, and kisses me softly on the lips. The mix of tenderness and obvious lewdness appeals very much to me. His swollen prick bobs as he lets go and guides my hand to it, smirking in an adorably horny way. “You know you wanna touch it.”
“I want it in me, Jimmy,” I choke out and give him a little squeeze, needing both hands of course, stroking my thumb over the silky tip.
“That’s it, baby,” he groans. “Tell Jimmy everything.” He thrusts into my hand several times, thighs tensing beneath me. I feel his heart beat in his gorgeous cock and he pushes his hand into my wetness again. I’m so hot from his touch and the feel of him in my hands, and he’s far beyond the point of backing down, I know it.
“Jimmy,” I sigh. “I’m gonna…”
He nods, as best he can in this condition, and his pale face blushes a beautiful shade of pink. We rock back and forth, nice and slow. His sweet red lips part ever so slightly as he rubs the inner wall of my pussy. I weaken, reaching a hot climax, and lean forward, his free arm around my waist. My face hits his shoulder as the first throb of bliss racks my body. I moan and whine into his hair and push against his wet palm even as he falls over the edge with me.
“Oh god. Jimmy. JIMMY, AH!” My body tenses and releases, many times, and I feel him shudder as his hot seed fills my hand. He growls softly and the sound makes my pussy cream even harder. My brain turns to goo and I faint, falling asleep like a rock or a girl that’s dead.
When I finally open my eyes, he and I are laying full out on the living room floor on a blanket. Another covers us at the waists. Jimmy’s looking absolutely gorgeous, naked and sweaty, holding me close.
“Look at us,” I murmur. “This is wonderful…but what do we do if someone finds out?”
“Nobody will, sugar,” Jimmy assures me. “And in the extremely unlikely event that someone does, well, then I’ll have them taken care of.”
What?! I tense a little. “Taken care of how?”
“Easy. I’ll just erase their memories.”
“Does it hurt them?”
“No. It just removes all knowledge at and after the time they learn something I don’t want them to know.” He rolls over onto his side and spoons up against me.
“Like what we’re doing right now? Or a couple minutes ago, I should say?”
“Exactly.” He pauses to brush a loose lock of hair out of his face. “You know, that blizzard out there is gettin’ bad. You couldn’t go home even if you wanted to.”
I laugh. “Never mind going home. Why would I ever want to leave now, Jimmy?”
“Hell, I don’t know. There are more reasons than I could count why a girl would want something.” He smiles. “So what do you want, huh?”
“Oh, but you should know,” I tease. “All I want right now is to stay here with you…forever.” I’m serious. My home is nothing like the welcoming, comfortable impression one gets when someone talks about a home. My mother and I fight all the time and I swear I am going to explode if I have to deal with another petty conflict. More importantly, I will die happy if I never have to come home and find everything that isn’t nailed down all over the place from nosy little brothers.
“Are you sure? Because that can be arranged…”
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