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| The Sabbath; Klars, Jason/Fran, James/Lani | |
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| kirks_wife | Jan 1 2011, 05:19 AM Post #1 |
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A couple of different scenes and slightly unusual hookups, set at Kirk's housewarming party in early 1991, Divisadero St. Enjoy! :wavey THE SABBATH Their lives weren’t the same after January 8th 1991. Their management had delivered the news that the Black album had gone multi-plantinum, not just in the US, but globally, and the $5000 quarterly paychecks the boys were used to, were about to increase tremendously. Kirk wasn’t sure what amount to expect when he opened the envelope in the car leaving the studio. The $8 million sum, the first of dozens of checks that year, made him instantly numb. After careful deliberation for several months, he’d purchased 2505 Divisadero Street; an 18th Century Georgian Mansion at the top of Divisadero in Pacific Heights: the ultimate neighbourhood in uptown San Francisco overlooking the bay area. For many years, he and Lars had dreamed whilst living in Oakland, that they might one day live uptown. The house was barely furnished, but still he wanted to throw a housewarming party. He was the last of the four of them to buy himself a house, and it was impressively grand. It had been well worth the $2.5 million he’d paid. In the foyer of his enormous new mansion, Kirk stood his mouth open in awe, the new keys in his hands. For the first time, in his new home, he was alone. The dark wooden floors were dusty and shadowed by two tall blood red curtains, hanging at the end of the foyer. Kirk pulled them open to reveal a stream of light, and watched the dust swirl in mid-air. A grand staircase filled the centre of the foyer leading to the first of three floors, and downstairs, was an enormous games room and a second lounge which he planned to turn into a recording studio. All this, and he had a beautiful woman in mind to share it with...the real reason perhaps, for buying a house. Sunday April 4th, 1991 Roll me a penny and I’ll make you a dream You’ll find that life’s not always what it seems Then think of a rainbow and I’ll make it come real Roll me, I’m a never ending wheel--Black Sabbath, Wishing Well 1991 Divisadero Kirk’s Housewarming Party James had been turned down by the quiet dark- haired girl the first time, but it didn’t stop him from making another attempt. It was nearly 2am and he had decided as soon as he’d arrived at Kirk’s earlier that evening that he was going to bed Lani before the night was out. For his first try, he’d smoothed his hand across her ass in the kitchen as he retrieved another beer from the fridge. She wriggled away from his hand and left the kitchen as though nothing had happened. James was sure he’d seen a smirk on her face, despite her hand pushing him gently back. She’d been keeping Kirk’s company for a while, and he wanted a chance with her first. There weren’t many exotic looking girls in San Francisco, and he was drawn to her pale skin and dark hair, plainly from the Hawaiian Islands. And frankly, he wanted to nail her before Kirk could get a chance to call her his own. He cast a glance across the busy lounge to Kirk. He was proudly showing his framed Bride of Frankenstein poster to Lars. James settled on the arm of the chair next to Lani once more, his hand creeping slowly across her thigh. This time, when her face turned to him it was a definite smile, in fact, he thought, it was a naughty, mischievous and eager smile. She stood with a teasing grin and left the room and James bounced after her: as eager as a puppy. In the darkened hallway, he caught up with her. They climbed a staircase in silence, he was following her hopefully, and at the top of the stairs she took his hand, and tugged him into the first room on the left. It was a sitting room, its walls were lined with old books, and the floor in the far corner was piled high with Kirk’s guitar cases. Near the door, was an old and heavy oak desk. He lifted her light waist easily onto it, and her open legs let him bend happily over her. In the near darkness his panting mouth found hers eagerly, and her smooth thighs wriggled in his warm hands as they moved up her legs. ‘Oh my God, baby’ he breathed. His chest was racing hard with the excitement that she was giving him what he wanted. She had still not said a word, instead, she was delivering him the same naughty smile and moaning softly into his mouth. Her mouth was sweet and fragrant to kiss, and he tasted soft perfume on her neck. Her hands wriggled earnestly down her waist, and tugged her knickers down her legs, and James wilfully took them in his hands, sliding them over her feet to the floor. He slid the skirt of her dress to her waist, and lifted the light fabric over her head, taking in the sight of her soft nude chest. Her thighs automatically cradled his hips. His brown leather belt was heavy and throbbing when she reached for the buckle. He moaned happily as her hands smoothed his jeans and fumbled for his zipper. His jeans opened easily and she tugged him free; his dick was hard and throbbing in her hand. He took her weight, commanding her body down the table towards him, and tilted her hips towards his. Her hands hooked around his neck, and he found her easily, she moaned openly at the first push. ‘James!’ she screamed a little in surprise. His hips were much wider than hers, his body stronger and his chest dominant bearing over her. She was thin enough for him to cradle her in one arm. His hips made rhythm with hers, and soon, he was moaning openly for her too. ‘You’re fucking beautiful!’ he drawled, his breath racing. Her hands slid blissfully down his back; her nails scratching the surface of his skin. His bare ass was smooth, and his body rocked in her hands as his hips pulsed fast in her. The oak table groaned under their weight, and James lifted her body from the desk and she stood to face him. He took in the sight of her beautiful naked body standing before him. He kissed at her throat, and ran his hands in gentle exploration across the smooth curves of her chest. He paused on her brown eyes for a moment. ‘Turn around darling’ he whispered, and she obediently rested her hands on the table as he found her from behind. This time, she cried out louder, and James responded with urgency; his hips slapping against her. The sound of the music from downstairs was muffled, but audible still. The voices of the crowd sung along louder to the lyrics, and James was grateful for it: the crowd were masking their cries. Her voice jumped as he made a deep and final movement, knowing she would scream, his fingers covered her mouth. His body jolted as he came, and he felt his hand absorb her moan. He panted for a minute before handing her back her dress. He held the shoulder straps for her as she stood into it, and he slid her knickers kindly up her thighs. ‘Come home with me?’ he begged hoping this hadn’t been his one and only chance to have her. She sighed knowingly and shook her head with the same deceitful smile. ‘Kirk wants me to move in here’ she revealed in a small voice. She said so quietly, but James’ face was clearly disappointed as his heart slowed in realisation. ‘Don’t you have a girlfriend?’ she asked. Lani thought of Francesca, the tall blonde who normally hung around with James. ‘Oh, we’re not exclusive’ he lied. He gulped hard, the knot in his throat was growing in disappointment. He tried the last move he had, leaning into her shoulder he whispered into her ear. ‘You’re so fucking hot, baby’ he moaned. ‘Please, come home with me, just this once? Just tonight? There’s so many people here, Kirk will never know’ he suggested deviously. There was a second while she thought on his proposal, before nodding with a bitten lip; her hands pushing him in a rush down the stairs, and out the backdoor to his waiting Ford. ........................................................ The lover of life’s not the sinner The ending is just a beginning The closer you get to the meaning The sooner you know that you’re dreaming--Heaven and Hell Jason’s sleeping hand brushed across Francesca’s bare stomach, and she was woken with a terrible lurch. The man lying next to her in bed was not her boyfriend. Although, in her drunken state the night before, she may have been taken in by Jason’s long blonde curls, in the dusty morning light of Kirk’s guest bedroom, Jason was plainly not the man she was in love with. There was little air in the hot room, and dust swirled in the chink of light peeking between the curtains. ‘Oh fuck!’ she mumbled to herself. Her clothes were strewn across the room, and she was quite as naked as she felt. Francesca had been hoping for a quiet exit, but Jason’s still body had moved and turned to face her. Jason’s morning smile was greedy and she knew why. ‘Hello darling’ he breathed, his voice hopeful for a repeat of the evening before. Fran jumped a little at his hand reaching for her bare waist. His large warm hands drew her body back to his, and he slinked his arm around her waist; his hand settling once more on her middle. His face settled, cuddling sleepily into her shoulder, but in her mind, she had to leave. ‘Jason, I should really go...If James...’ She turned to face her mistaken lover. His chest was quite as strong and muscular as James’, perhaps even more so, she thought. His skin was pale, and a small tangle of blonde curls sat on his collarbone. His nude chest covered hers as he tried for a morning kiss. She allowed the first short kiss, but pulled back for the second. This time, his hand made for her smooth breast. ‘Jason...’ she breathed. His hand was warm, and her skin jumped a little to his touch, but even still, it was not unwelcome. She allowed him a moment more, both his hands and his eyes feasting on her chest. His mouth dipped to suck her nipple and she enjoyed the sudden rush of his flicking tongue. Perhaps she could stay just a few minutes more...He had already rolled easily onto her, his mouth searched her chest further, until he found her lips once more. Her hands smoothed his back, and he began a slow and gentle grind, eager to test her patience. He wasn’t sure if he still had a chance in the reality of the morning. Her hands searched his back approvingly and he continued, hoping for her willingness to take hold. He felt himself stiffening at the smoothness of her thighs. He pleaded in his mind for her to hook her knees around his hips. Please Darling, Just give me this, he begged to himself... He pushed his digging groin against her to test her, and her mouth moved eagerly under his. Her body was still withholding him, and he lifted her knees around his waist. His hands found her thighs and she accepted his manoeuvre. He was ready to take her when her face twisted in thought. ‘Do you think James saw us last night?’ she whispered in concern. Her mind had jumped back to the concern of getting caught by her boyfriend, who had last night, taken her to Kirk’s housewarming party, and instead, she’d ended up spending the night in a dusty bedroom on the third floor with the bassist. Jason had no real answer, but he wanted to keep her right where she was. He was ready to pin her to the bed and fuck her; his morning boner was now urgent. ‘Don’t think about him’ was all he could manage. It was an unplanned thought that escaped his desperate lips. She shook her head, her body wriggling free. ‘No, Francesca, please!’ he begged. She swung her legs over the end of the bed, and sat doubled over, holding her stomach in guilt. He knelt on the bed pathetically, begging for her to join him once more; his erection bare and stiff. She shook her head and hurriedly found her clothes. He sat helplessly naked on the bed watching her dress. ‘I need to find James’ she announced, turning to Jason. His face was crestfallen. He should’ve been more persuasive a moment earlier, he thought. He’d had her, nude and eager under his body only seconds earlier. Damn her speed of thought! When she sped from the room, he followed her, only covering himself with a pillow. He’d not thought for a second of the people downstairs, slowly waking from their hangovers. Francesca had made it out the back door and to the driveway where she and James had arrived and parked the night before. But the classic green Ford was gone. .................................................................................. The owner of the house and his loving guest were oblivious to the state downstairs. That morning, the lounge was akin to a bomb site: beer and wine bottles, glowing cigarette stubs and unconscious guests slept in piles on the floor. Lars however, had been invited to join Kirk. It had been an easy excuse for Kirk to want to show his friend the impressive four-poster bed left behind in the master bedroom by the previous owners. Lars had enjoyed his friend’s dominance. After all, it had been easy enough to convince him. His hands had held onto the elaborately carved bed-post as Kirk fucked him in deep slow movements, just the way he liked. They had slept soundly together afterward, aided by the smooth saltyness of the cocaine Lars had offered his lover. The morning had not yet dawned in their bedroom. The heavy curtains blocked out the light, and Kirk’s sleeping body was spooning, curled behind his lovers’. An hour later, at the sound of cars pulling out of the driveway, Lars’ face stirred, and rolled towards Kirk. Dark curls covered his lovers’ face, and he smoothed them back to find his lips. ‘Kirk?’ Lars offered him a sleepy morning kiss. At first he did not move, but a moment later his eyes peeled wearily open. ‘Hey man’ Kirk smiled. Lars’ grinning face had met him as he opened his eyes. A juddering movement under the covers alerted him to Lars’ morning ritual. Kirk’s hands reached under the sheets to join Lars in pleasuring himself. Kirk watched his friend’s face turn a delicious pink as he jerked Lars’ cock in his hands. When Lars shuddered hard and breathed a deep sigh of relief, it was Kirk’s turn. He pulled the sheet suggestively down until his hard dick was free for Lars to treat him in return. Lars seemed to know immediately what he wanted. Kirk preferred his lovers’ warm mouth to make him come, and Lars obeyed. He swirled Kirk’s growing shaft expertly in his mouth. Kirk moaned joyously as his dick sprung hard in Lars’ mouth, bulging against his cheek. His hips moved energetically, encouraging his own reaction to take hold of his body. A shuddering groan make Lars expect a sharp taste, but he willingly took it for Kirk knowing he would do the same for him. Lars held on while Kirk’s body shook. His fists clenched and his stomach rolled as Kirk delivered his warm love to his friend. ........................................................................ ‘That was some party, huh?’ Jason reflected. He sat nude with only the same pillow covering himself, on a couch in Kirk’s lounge next to a highly unimpressed Bob Rock. He wished Jason would dress for his company. Jason caught sight of Francesca’s long blonde hair standing in the front yard. Her arms were sternly folded, her purse slung over her shoulder. She was checking her watch, waiting for a cab to get the hell out of there. Jason’s eyes returned to Bob’s long blonde hair. He’d put Jason’s nudity and his longing eyes on Francesca together. ‘Yeah, nice for some’ Bob muttered resentfully. |
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| kirks_wife | Jan 3 2011, 12:40 AM Post #2 |
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Here's the update! Enjoy In the backseat of the cab, Francesca’s mood was foul. She couldn’t imagine why James had left Kirk’s without her, forcing her to take a cab home. It was going to be at least $100 cab fare back—including the bridge toll—back to James’ house in the hills of North Marin County. She crossed her arms and frowned in the back seat. He better have a good explanation, she thought. I bet he drove home drunk, too, that’s if he’s even at home...She easily imagined him wandering the streets for an open bar in town. It was 9am on a Monday morning and another month before they were heading out on tour. James was well into his alcohol-fuelled self-destruct mode. She felt both happy and jealous for Lani: Kirk’s beautiful Hawaiian girlfriend. She knew, after only seeing Kirk casually for a few months, that Lani would soon be living with Kirk in his new mansion in Divisadero, and James still hadn’t asked her to move in with him. James had bought his own new property—an impressive ranch on thirty acres in Northern Marin—with his newly acquired fortune nearly 6 months ago, and still, Francesca lived in her small downtown apartment, growing increasingly annoyed that James did not want her live-in company. They’d been seeing each other for nearly three years, and she was beginning to wonder if he even thought of her as his partner. And she felt like she was his wife already. God knows where he is...God knows what he’s doing...God knows what he did last night...if he’s even conscious. She worried about him like he was her husband. She respected though, that he liked his own space. He liked to hunt on his ranch, and shoot off rounds without another soul around. It seemed to free him, and she understood that. But, he couldn’t expect intimacy from her if he kept her at arm’s length. James would often joke about her to Lars: ‘Oh her? She’s just some girl I picked up on the way here’. And now, he seemed to have forgotten about her. The cab was only minutes away and already at $114.50. She asked the driver to stop on the street; she could walk the rest of the way. She gave him the last of her cash and walked hurriedly up the steep grassy hill, hoping to see his green Ford parked in the driveway. She was pleased to see, that thankfully, it was. She hadn’t wasted the last of her money arriving at his vacant house. As she neared the house, she heard laughter and voices. So he wasn’t alone. She smiled and her mood lightened a little: perhaps his sister and her children were visiting? She let herself in, opening the heavy front door, hoping to greet his family. Instead, downstairs was vacant, and the house looked like a party zone too. If she hadn’t known any better, it looked as though he’d stayed in last night. Upstairs, walking into his bedroom where the two of them normally slept together, her heart dropped. She saw Lani’s tanned skin in contrast with James’ pale arms and blonde hair. Facing James, Lani’s naked body was grinding in his lap, and James’ hands were smoothing her ass and thighs; loving the woman he was with. At first, neither had noticed her arrive, until her gasp alerted them both, and Lani’s head of long sleek black hair flipped around fast in surprise. Her mouth fell open in shock, and she quickly left James’ guilty body, covering her own chest with the sheet. Lani melted into the bed, wishing she wasn’t there as Fran rounded on James. ‘James!!!! How could you?!’ She screamed, picking up the closest thing she could find to fling at him. The tv remote hit the wall violently above his head leaving a small dent in the wall. He didn’t even try to explain, it was obvious now what he’d been doing and who he’d taken home from Kirk’s the night before. She was hurt more than she could process on the spot. It was the ultimate betrayal. ‘I thought you loved me?’ she yelled at James. Lani’s faced turned quizzically towards James. ‘I thought you said you two weren’t serious?’ she whispered badly, loud enough for Fran to hear. ‘Is that what you told her to get her here?’ Fran yelled at James. She advanced on him, hitting his arm not nearly as hard as she’d liked. Still, it left a red mark on his forearm and a surprise on his face. ‘Well maybe you’re right, James. Perhaps now, you don’t have a girlfriend at all!’ she yelled storming from their bedroom. |
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| kirks_wife | Jan 3 2011, 08:28 AM Post #3 |
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Okay, this is the final update. :wavey Lani left as quickly as Fran had arrived. James was pale and quiet at having been caught enjoying Lani’s naked body riding him. He was still aroused under the sheet, but he didn’t like to move to show her how much he had been enjoying Lani’s body instead of hers. Instead, he bowed his head in shame hoping Francesca’s mutinous rant would cease. How could you? I thought you loved me?! After everything we’ve been through!.... James shook his head, disagreeing with her...She didn’t understand. He didn’t love Lani, he just wanted the attractive exotic girl Kirk teased him with every day. Yes, he was being greedy, but because he could be, because he had the right in his mind, to choose any woman he wanted. And he would, as long as he had his way. He knew he had been devious, cheating and deceiving, but in his mind, Francesca was still his woman, his real woman. But there was no believable way to explain his logic to her. ‘James?’ Her voice had turned calm and questioning. ‘Why haven’t...why won’t you ask me to live with you?’ Francesca asked hesitantly. It was the real reason she felt shunned, and perhaps how she ended up in a dusty spare bedroom with Jason...James’ face twisted in confusion, it hadn’t occurred to him that he was keeping her at a distance. ‘Because, I only want you to live here with me if I know you’re going to stay’ he explained. Tears began to well in his eyes, and Francesca understood immediately. It was his mother, it was his father, it was Cliff. She understood clearly: she wasn’t allowed to leave him. ‘Let me in, James, just try’ she said sadly. She reached out to him with a shaking hand, and her anger cooled into sadness for him. All the same, she hated his insolence. She hated that he thought he had the right to have whoever he wanted. ‘I do love you’ he eventually uttered simply. She nodded quietly too. ‘I know’ she smiled sadly. .................... Lani’s face was stained with tears when she crept quietly in the back door at Divisadero. The house was at last, free of its hung-over inhabitants and over-stayers, and she found only Kirk lying exhausted on the couch. His hair was a mess of curls and he stood to greet her. ‘Hello sweetheart’ he was pleased to see her, he stood to greet her warmly, but withdrew when he saw the upset on her face. ‘What’s wrong, are you okay baby?’ he asked. He kissed her wet cheeks and hugged her tightly. ‘Kirk, I love you’ she sobbed softly into his shoulder. ‘I love you too, you know that’ he whispered reassuringly back. He wasn’t sure why she was reminding him of this right now. Anyhow, he stroked her hair as he held her. They were quiet for a minute before Kirk spoke. ‘I wondered where you were this morning when I woke and you weren’t here’ he began. ‘James took me to his place to show me his ranch’ she admitted. She wasn’t sure how much of the truth was going to fall from her mouth when she spoke. Kirk smiled. ‘Ah, okay’ he said in understanding. He assumed she meant the ranch he kept. Kirk knew she wanted her horses back in California. He didn’t seem at all concerned about her going off with James. He sat on the couch once more and offered her the seat next to him. Instead, she climbed into his lap and appealed to his mind with her slender body. Kirk’s eyes settled on her smooth chest, and she kissed him for distraction, testing his mood. His mouth was warm and responsive, and still tasted of wine. His hands trailed from her chest down to her waist as she kissed him, pleased the train of thought about her trip to James’ house had passed without concern. ‘I want to ask you something, darling’ Kirk began, his mouth breaking gently back from her kiss. She smiled hopefully, hoping the question was not to do with her whereabouts the night before. ‘Would you like to move in here with me?’ he asked bravely, his lip quivering. She broke into a wide smile. ‘Of course, Kirk!’ she kissed him happily, holding his face with both her hands. He produced a silver key from his pocket. ‘Then this is for you’ he kissed, his face pleased. A moments happy silence passed while they embraced, savouring the moment. Kirk interrupted Lani’s guilty thoughts of sex with James... ‘So do I need to buy a ranch to keep your company?’ he joked with a wink. She smiled back devilishly, knowing he hadn’t completely missed her interest in James’ ranch. ‘Does he fancy you?’ Kirk teased not knowing just how right he was. ‘Perhaps!’ she teased back, hoping to take his scent off her trail. ‘I think I know why...’ Kirk beamed, flashing her a naughty smile as he lifted her singlet over her head and kissed at her nude chest. Now, she was his. THE END |
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| HellAngel81 | Jan 15 2011, 11:46 AM Post #4 |
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I know, I´m late for telling you but I just had the time to read. <_< Simply AWESOME!! I it!!thank you
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