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. |
Nora hummed happily as she sped along the curvey road back to the hotel. The setting suns was throwing shards of light into the car causing John to hude behind his sunglasses. He closed his eyes, leaned his head back against the seat and listened to Nora’s tune. He was glad anything he did could bring her happiness. Funny that had gotten along so badley when they first met. And funnier still that it was because of a disastrous moment together that John received a crash course on oral sex. Sometimes it seemed like that had only met the day before but then other times it seemed the early days where nothing more than a memory.
As the beast that was to become the Sex Pistols mayhem grew Johnny and Nora began to perform their dance. At first it was a dance of warriors. Each disliked each other, though John will admit he always lusted after her. Nora barely noticed hima nd when she did it was with disdain. Johnny disliked her attitude. Her closed off nose in the air attitude. Little by little their dance became more friendly. They would still spar but now the jabs were lighter, less pointed. She began to notice his heart, his soul, his lovely blue eyes. He began to understand her background, and her ideas her curves. Finally their dance became slower. They moved closer and closer into each others worlds until only the physical mysteries remained. Johnny wanted her, she wanted Johnny.
Somewhere in all of this excitement Rambo got lost. He turned up to every Sex Pistols gig but the practice sessions in the abandoned flat had grown very few and very, very far apart. Johnny, in truth, thought of going to the little room often but something would turn him back. Fear maybe? Or confusion? All he knew was that this woman, this crazy German woman, had taken over every reasonable bone in his body. He was hoping tonight would answer some of the lingering questions for him. He and Nora had agreed to him coming over sometime in the evening. Both of them knew the reason. The reason was sex. No big deal really but, to Johnny it was nerve racking as hell. He had never cared with the other girls if he was any good or not. After all they were either beginners like him or old salts like Linda thought of it more as a business matter than a passionate love affiar. Oh sure Linda had gotten very cross with him when she caught him having one off with one of her girlfriends. That was just Linda. One day you were in her favor the next day you were out. This time it was because he was shagging a friend of hers, or a lover of hers Johnny was never sure which category the friend of Linda’s fell into really. Next time it could be because he spilled a pot of tea on the rug. She was hard to read and very moody. Even after she threw him out she had been at the next gig all happiness and sunshine towards him. She was a nutty bird alright. But, Nora was no whore looking for a bit of fun nor was she a schoolgirl experimenting with a local boy. This was a woman and he was not sure he was up to the challenge nor those that had come before him.
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“And do they appreciate when you work late? Nooo,” Connie, as Rambo had learned was the name of the red-head he was drinking with, was well into her fourth cosmo and her fourth rant about the corporate world. “I mean who needs them?”
Rambo was enjoying himself. He knew and understood when anyone needed to just let off steam and let themselves go. Connie, it would seem, had waited for to long to do either. Now she was catching up with a vegence. He had no idea what her room number was, if she had a key or if she was even going to remain conscious the entire night. What he did know was she appeared to be in emotional need to vent, he had a room with a couch he could crash on giving her the bed, and if he could handle a drunk Johhny Rotten he could certainly handle a red headed Connie from Austin Texas.
“But you know what really bothers me?” she asked slurring her words a little and sloshing her drink onto the table. “That I got excited about this stinking job. I thought it was going to work this time. I don’t know why. I mena I have been so lost for so long. I don’t know which way is up anymore.”
Rambo signaled the waiter and ordered another round. He could tell this was the beginning of another rant and new drinks were definetly in order.
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As his usual way Johnny brought a group of mates with him when he called on Nora later that night. Nora was taken a little by surprise that he did not come by himself but made no mention of the fact. She offered everyone beer and they all turned on the TV. After ahile a few of the guys had left and the remaining two went up the street to get more beer. Nora felt this was the perfect time to take Johnny upstairs to her room.
“Would you like to go to my room?” she asked feeling a little foolish.
“Uh sure,” he said back feeling like an akward idiot.
She walked ahead of him out of the room and up the stairs. He followed close behind her enjoying the view of her ass as she walked.
Once in the room Johnny sat down on her bed. It was covered with a pink comforter. He sipped at his beer and watched as she flittered around the room. Then she was sitting next to him. He really was clueless on what to do.
“So uh you went out with Steve right? From the band?” he could have hit himself. Why the hell did he ask that? It was the last thing he wanted her to talk about let alone think about.
“I don’t like to talk about before. Lets just talk about nows.”
Johnny breathed a mental sigh of relief,” Uh yeah, that’s fine, whatever.”
Nora reached over and ran a few fingers over his lips. “Your lips are very sexy.”
“Yeah right.” He said backing away a little from her fingers. He took a swig of his beer clutching the bottle like a security blanket.
She leaned over and kissed him. Her kiss was warm and passionate. He kissed her back tasting her sweetness and smelling her skin. She smelled like powder. It was lovely. He continued kissing her lost in the smell and the feel of her lips before pulling back again. She looked hurt.
“You do not like me?” she asked.
“I like you it’s just….I don’t get your angle.”
“My angle? What is angle?”
“What you want, what you are looking for. I mean I’m no beauty so why you want to get with me?”
“You are much to hard on yourself.” She rubbed the back of her hand across his left cheek.
“Careful you’ll get me spots.”
She sighed. “I think you are fine. I know we get along so don’t worry right?”
He put his beer bottle on the floor. He had no idea why he was being such a chicken. It was just that she mattered to him. What if she was disappointed? After all he saw his face and body every day and they never failed to dissapoint him.
She leaned over and began to kiss him again. He shut off his thoughts and kissed her back. They began kissing deeper playing with each other’s tongues. He felt her hand on his thigh causing him to nearly bite her tongue. Luckily he caught himself just in time. He laid one hand on her hip and one on her breasts. He unbuttoned the top of her blouse and pushed his hand down between the front of her bra and her skin.
“Wait,” she said. She leaned back, undid her bra and took it off without removing her blouse. Johnny watched fascinated.
She leaned forward again kissing him hard. He let his hand go back to her breasts. He moaned a little when he came in contact with her now naked breasts. They were large and soft. He enjoyed the feeling of them as his hands rubbed them and squeezed them gently first one and the the other.
She moved her hand back to his thigh and then onto his crotch. She stroked his cock from outside of his pants. He breathed hard and continued kissing and fondling her. She undid his trousers . Since his pants were often very loose, like this pair, the fabric simply flopped to the sides leaving his cock exposed. She put her hand around his cock and began to lightly stroke him. He caught site of them in the mirror on the closet door. He could not believe it. This beautiful blonde woman stroking his cock and sucking on his tongue. In a flash, before he could stop it or turn away an orgasm shot through him and he came all over her hand and partly on his pants.
She pulled away from him a little obviously surprised by what had happened.
“I’m sorry,” he said looking down at his evil cock which had betrayed him.
Silently she got up and then left the room. He was unsure of what to do. He pulled out his hankie and tried to clean up his pants. Tears of anger and shame were welling up in his eyes. She returned quickly with a wet towel and tried to help him clean up. He grabbed the towel from her.
“I can do it. Gawd I’m such a fuckin freak.”
“It is not a problem,” she said with understanding.
“Yes, it is a very big fuckin problem,” he shot back with anger. A few tears had escaped his eyes but he quickly wiped them away. “You deserve a man. Not a fuckin freak joke.”
“You just got excited. It happens.”
“Yes, it happens to sixteen year olds during their first time. Gawd what a nightmare I am. What a fuckin joke.”
He quickly wiped off and zipped up his pants. He was going to ask her not to tell anyone but somehow he knew she wouldn’t. Besides he could not bring himself to look at her. He quickly walked out of her room, down the stairs and out of the door. His friends, back from their beer run jumped up and left as well , trying and failing to catch up with him.
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