The door had led us to an alleyway. We didn’t exactly know where to go from there. Obviously…
“where would we go?” Mary asked.
“whadda ya mean where would we go?” I questioned.
“where would we go to sneak backstage?” she said, shivering.
“how should I know? I don’t sneak backstage at Beatles concerts all the time! Or ever!” I cried.
“everybody calm down.” Eliza said, meaning I should calm down. “why do we need to meet the Beatles, again? We already saw an half hour long concert, wasn’t that enough?”
Jessie answered for us:
“NO!” she said, loudly. “it’s never enough Beatles!” she said, truthfully.
“but how do we meet them?” Mary asked again. “we should’ve planned this, ya know.” she put her hands on her hips.
“I don’t know how we’re gonna get to them. Hey, look!” I pointed over to another door. “we shoulda known how to meet them instantly! It says ‘backstage’ on that door over there.” I laughed. We started to walk towards, but then a guard came out of the door and started to, well, guard it. Exactly the opposite of what we wanted.
I bit my lip, nervously. The guard didn’t see us, he was looking the other way.
“welp, I guess we’ll just have to persuade him into letting us in.” Jessie shrugged. She walked towards her.
“hey there, cowboy.” she said in a fake southern accent.
“hello, miss. What are you doing out this late at night?” he said in a British accent. He must of been one of the Beatles official bodyguards or something.
“wouldn’t you like to know.” she said, resting her arm on his shoulder. Mary did the same.
“so what’s your name cowboy?” Mary asked in her own fake southern accent.
The guard didn’t reply. I guess he was playing the mute card now.
“why don’t we call you Lorenzo?” she said. “it’s Italian.”
“I dunno. He looks more like a Roberto to me.” I said in a southern accent, pronouncing Roberto ‘Ro-bear-toe’.
“say, Roberto.” Eliza said. “why don’t you try letting us in?”
When Roberto wouldn’t let us in, we started to heckle him a little:
“hey, what’s the harm?”
“hey, cowboy, wanna ride my rodeo?”
“come on, cowboy, we won’t give nobody no trouble!”
“Roberto, Roberto, Roberto, you should probably let us in, cuz if you don’t let us in, I’ll get angry and it won’t be very pretty once I get angry.”
Suddenly, a limo drove up. People burst out of the door Roberto was guarding. There were a lot of voices, but one voice that I especially heard was one saying:
“now boys, we’ll go to the hotel, rest, eat, etcetera, then we have to pack and head over to the airport, alright?”
And four familiar Liverpudlian voices answered:
Then their four heads ran into the limo. The limo sped off.
There was silence. Until Roberto said out of nowhere:
That one ‘welp’ sent us of our rockers.
“the Beatles just walked pass us! They just spoke right next to us! We just breathed Beatle air! I can’t believe it! Aaahhhh!” we screamed, dropping whatever accents we put on for Roberto the guard.
“we gotta follow that limo!” I cried.
Suddenly, with all of our might, we ran after that limo like our like deepened on it, screaming our favorite Beatles name the whole time…
The door had led us to an alleyway. We didn’t exactly know where to go from there. Obviously…
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Today was the day. The day four girls lives changed. Actually, I don’t know if it will. And to be quite honest, I have no idea what happens at a concert. All I know is that it’s supposed to be loud.
Screaming girls, screaming boys, screaming music, screaming sins. Well, I’m not so sure about the sin part, but like I said before, I don’t know what goes on at a concert. At all.
It turns out that while we were at school Mr. Willis called and gave my mother and father the information that we needed. I don’t know why he didn’t call earlier, or why we didn’t call, but it doesn’t really matter because I talked to Eliza in math class the day after we found out about the concert and said that Mr. Willis would pick us all up in his big fancy car at 7:00 and drive us to the place.
I forgot to ask her what she was going to wear. Probably something great. I know Eliza pretty well actually, we’re just not friends, and I know that she always wears something great. Or at least looks great in it.
It was almost time for Mr. Willis to pick us all up (Mary came over to my house to get ready, and to make it more convenient for Mr. Willis), and Jessie can’t find her nice lip gloss, I can’t hind my oxfords, and I don’t want to wear different shoes because they’re my most comfortable shoes, and Mary just can’t seem to get her hair to look right. It was a bit crazy.
At 6:50, just as we started to collect ourselves, we heard a car pull up on next to the sidewalk by our house. It honked a friendly honk.
“It must be Eliza and her dad.” Mary said setting down the hair brush.
“I thought they said 7:00.” I said slipping on the last Oxford.
“Sorry we’re a bit early.” I heard a jolly man saying. It was obviously Mr. Willis, his voice always brought me back to those days of playing thumb war with Eliza and Jessie at picnics that our fathers had to go to because of work.
“Oh, don’t be silly, it gives us more time to chat.” I heard my mother say from downstairs. “Al, Hubert is here!” she called to my father. “Would you like a cup of coffee?” she asked.
“if it’s no trouble, sure!” Mr. Willis said. He did need the caffeine. Who knew how long the drive was.
“Ready to go down?” Jessie asked, coming out of the bathroom with a tube of lip gloss in her hand. She looked just as old as the rest of us.
“Sure, if you guys are.” I said. They were.
We walked down and I saw Eliza and waved. She waved back. She was wearing a light blue sweater and a white skirt, just a little shorter than mine. She was the only one of us wearing panty hose. I can’t even begin to wear panty hose. It’ll rip in the first two seconds!
We all said hi to each other and Mr. Willis commented on how much taller we’ve gotten, especially Jessie. The last time he saw her was before her growth spirt, when she was eleven.
We were all wearing makeup like it was some super special event going on, but, seriously. It was. Mr. Willis finished his coffee and talked to dad and by 7:00 we left.
At first it was a bit awkward, being in a car with a girl you used to see everyday, but now only talk to in math class, sometimes in the cafeteria, and when we pass each other in the hall. That wasn’t enough times to see each other to be very close friends. But then it got more relaxed as Mr. Willis told his lame fatherly jokes that we all only laughed at to be polite.
It was a half hour drive, and the car was fancy. Eliza sat up front, with her dad, and had to talk to us either with her head turned in a painful position, or facing forward. Both ways were awkward. Mary, Jessie, and I sat in the back, and could only fit two fingers in the space between us.
Mary asked Eliza who her favorite Beatle was, and she answered Ringo. For some reason I wasn’t expecting her to say that. I thought that she would say something like Paul, or John.
“Well, what about you guys? Who are your favorites?” she asked.
“Paul.” Jessie answered.
“John! Oh, John is fantastic!” said Mary
“What about you, Mollie? Who’s your favorite?”
I though a bit. “Probably George.” I answered, smiling.
Mr. Willis was silent for this part. I took a guess that he knew diddly squat about the Beatles. Or maybe he just knew that this was a girl topic.
We pulled up to the stadium and Eliza looked back at us, to see if we were okay. Which we only half way were.
“Well, here we are!” Mr. Willis said, obviously not understand what was in front of him. “Why don’t I walk you girls to the door, okay?”
“Okay.” We chorused.
It seemed so big, so adventurous, that none of us could hold I our excitement.
‘Thank god for Mr. Willis!’ I thought. ‘And for my father’ I added.
Mr. Willis walked us up, but didn’t open the door. He didn’t want to see something going on inside that would change his mind.
“Bye, Daddy!” Eliza chirped and kissed him on the cheek.
“Goodbye sweetheart.” he said back.
“Goodbye Mr. Willis. And thank you.” the rest of us said and smiled. He nodded as both a you’re welcome and a farewell.
We all looked at each other and went in. We instantly heard screaming girls and the smell of sweat and urine. A bunch of girls and boys ages ten to twenty were scattered around. I felt butterflies in my stomach. I don’t know why, but I did. It as almost the same feeling as waking up on Christmas morning, and knowing that downstairs presents are waiting for you, but you haven’t gone downstairs yet.
We made are way up to the balcony. On our way a door caught Jessie’s eye. The stairs that we were walking on went farther up, and lead to a door that was, I guess was an exit in case of an emergency. But it also just looked like a door.
Of course we all went to go open it.
Mary opened it and kept it open, playing guard as the rest of us walked in. We walk in a little ways and then stopped in sight of stairs leading down. When the stairs ended there was a little door leading to outside.
“Cool.” the three girls said.
“What was it?” Mary asked.
“A door.” I answered. “Maybe we can use it, later?”
“Why?” Eliza asked.
“Seriously, Liz, don’t ask questions, k’?”
Eliza looked at me suspiciously and grinned. We sat down in our seats.
We could see the stage clearly and couldn’t wait until our four favorite people came out.
“Mmm!” I heard Jessie say next me. “I’ve never been to a concert before. I wonder if it’s gonna be okay.”
“It’ll be great.” I reassured her. “Just don’t go TOO crazy, now.” just as I finished that sentence we heard a bunch of girls screaming at once.
“holy…!” I responded to the girls. Then I saw the reason why. Good god. Them.
They all waved and looked as gorgeous as ever. Especially George. We jumped in to the screaming and clapping, too.
I looked over at Jessie and she looked like she was experiencing every emotion except anger. She really did look at lot older than she really was. But we all kind of did. Seeing as we were so young, we stilled looked young, but just not as young as we actually were.
They started to play I saw her standing there, and I swear we were the only girls in the whole stadium who did not faint/go potty/try to jump on stage. I think I was the one who clapped the most when George sang ‘I’m happy just to dance with you’. They ended the concert with John singing ‘twist and shout’ I sang along and almost permanently damaged my vocal chords.
They bowed, waved, and ran off the stage.
People started leaving, somehow knowing that they won’t be doing an encore.
I reach over Jessie and tugged on Eliza’s sleeve.
“Hey, Liz, does your dad know what time the concert ends?” I asked.
“No, actually. I’m supposed to call him on a pay phone.” She jiggled her little hand purse.
“Okay. Come on!” I called the girls over to the back door. “I wanna use this door. Then we can call your dad.” I said.
We walked over to the door and quickly walked down the stairs like we were the Beatles themselves.
I opened up the door and a rush of cold air hit, making me stumble back.
“let’s put on our jackets, it’s freezing!” Eliza said. She always was the more sensible one.
We all put on our cardigans and thought the same thing.
“we need to meet the Beatles!” we said at the same time.
And in that moment, we knew that I was going to be a very long night…
My father always said it was unpatriotic of me to want to move to England. And I always said back to him “but dad, I don’t want to move to England.” you know, getting his hopes up that I’ll stay in Seattle, but then I would finish, “I want to move to Paris, France, too!”
Then he would grumble and go back to his book.
That was me. The unpatriotic daughter.
I mostly wanted to move to England because it was so far away from home. Something new and great must happen in England! And because the Beatles were there.
They were my favorite band, and me and Mary, my best friend loved them. Mary’s favorite was John, and my favorite was George. And Ringo. And Paul. And John. I loved them all. But Mary’s was definitely John. She had posters of him hanging up in her room, and talked about him to the point that it was sick.
My little sister, Jessie, loved the Beatles, too. Her favorite was Paul. Her friends were more crazy about them then we were, but that didn’t matter, because we got to love them as much as we wanted to. We at least remembered the world without the Beatles. And knew that there still was a world without them.
“Mollie, what would you do if Paul McCartney ask you to marry him?” Jessie asked me one night when she was hanging out in my room.
“I would say, no, I’m too busy doing my homework. Go back to Jane Asher.” I replied.
Jessie rolled her eyes.
“It’s not even a school night, can you PLEASE just give your precious algebra a break for one night?” she whined.
“I’m really behind in this one subject, and I’m just doing this one subject tonight, and I would be done with it a long time ago, except you’re in here bothering me!”
Jessie stuck her tongue out and me.
“Girls! Dinner!” we heard our mother scream from downstairs.
“See? Now I can’t get it done before dinner, like how I wanted.”
We walked downstairs together, debating on whether Mom made salmon or soup.
“come on, it’s salmon, you can smell it.” I said, matter-of-factly.
They walk down the stairs and saw their mother setting a tuna fish casserole on the table.
Eeeewwwww. I know we both thought.
“Girls, we have something very important to tell to you.”
“New baby!” I mouthed to Jessie.
“No!” Jessie mouthed back, in shock.
I laughed, silently.
We walked over to the table and sat down. Our father was smiling more than usual. Jessie and I instantly knew that something was up.
“you okay, dad?” Jessie asked, making Dad only smile more.
Jessie looked at Mom, hoping to find help. Mom was smiling just as much as Dad. Something was definitely up.
“so, uh, what’s the important thing?” I asked as sweetly as possible, which wasn’t very possible. “Well, girls, we know how much you like that band, what are they called, The Crickets?”
“Buddy Holly and the crickets? Buddy Holly died a long while ago.” I said.
“Oh, no. Not them, the Beatles.”
I choked and Jessie turned beet red. But that was just because the casserole was so bad.
“What did you say Dad? I didn’t hear.” I said.
“I said that it wasn’t the crickets, it was the Beatles.”
“Oh! What about them?”
“I got four tickets to their concert next week.” he said, chuckling a bit at the end of his sentence. Jessie looked up, casserole in her mouth, and then her jaw dropped. I reach over and grabbed her chin and closed her mouth. I looked over at my mother in shock.
“Pardon?” I asked.
“Oh, stop you know exactly what he said, Mollie.” Mom laughed.
Okay, they are being to calm for it to be true.
“Oh, you liars!” I said, going along with the joke.
Dad swallowed his food.
“No, it’s true. My friend got four tickets on the balcony. I thought that you two and Mary can go together.” he said, really, really calmly.
“Oh, dad! That’s fantastic!!!” Jessie nearly screeched. I was still in a state of shock. My father was going to let his “unpatriotic” daughter go to a Beatles concert? And what friend can get those sorts of tickets? Who cares? It’s my favorite band, my sister, my best friend, and…
“Wait. Who’s the fourth ticket for?” I asked.
“My friends daughter, Eliza.”
Oh, I know Eliza. Pretty, kinda stuck-up, but not really, used to know her real well and still talk to her in math because she’s good at it. Yes, yes, I know her well. But can she really handle that many screaming girls screaming right in to her ear? I guess we’ll have to find out.
“Dad, I didn’t even know that the Beatles were coming to Seattle!” Jessie said.
“Well, it turns out they are, and that you’re going.” Dad said back, showing no sign of disapproval of our favorite band, like he always did before. I always knew that he secretly liked the ‘I saw her standing there’ single.
“dad I-I don’t even know what to say, this is a big leap in both of our lives!” I said, pointing to me and Jessie.
“Well you’re fifteen now, and she’s thirteen, I think that you two are old enough to experience the crazy outside world, and the world of your “precious” England by now.”
Ha. There was the judge-y-ness. But I just didn’t care about my father judging England. I cared that my father got us tickets to see the Beatles!
I was in my room trying to do schoolwork again, and not even trying to get Jessie out of the door when she tried to bother me. My phone rang and Jessie tried to pick it up.
“Hey, hey! That ain’t your phone!” I said and held my hand out. “Gimme.”
she gave it to me.
“Hello?” I said in to the telephone.
“Oh my god, Mollie, did you hear?”
“About the concert!”
“Oh my god, yes! Yes I did!”
It was Mary on the other end.
“So, Eliza is going too?” Mary asked.
“Yeah. That’ll be okay, won’t it?”
“Yeah, of course it will.” We both agreed, with obvious doubt in our voices.
Eliza was Mr. Willis’ second and last daughter. Mr. Willis has been been friends with my father for over six years, since the both work in the same office. Eliza was the same age as both Mary and me- fifteen. She goes to the same school as us, and is just as crazy about Paul McCartney as every other girl is. Of course she has a busier life than the rest of the girls that go my school, including me, so she’s doesn’t really have time to think about him very much, but she does have all of their records. Mr. Willis is, well, let’s face it. Filthy rich. The money came from his father. He inherited a fair amount of money when his father died.
That’s how he got the tickets. He probably could have gotten front row ones, but he was afraid the stage would’ve been too tall for Jessie to look over. Which makes sense for someone who hasn’t seen Jessie in quite awhile, the poor man. Well, not POOR per say, just…busy.
“What will you be wearing?” I heard Mary say.
“What do you mean what will I be wearing? It’s not like George will see me or anything.” I stated.
“Yeah, but that’s no reason to go in your pajamas, other people will see you. It’s not like you go to school everyday in you pajamas just because George Harrison won’t see you, I mean,”
“Remind me why I’m friends with you again?” I cut in.
“Because I’m great?” Mary offered.
“Oh, yeah, that’s why!” I laughed.
Jessie took the phone from me.
“Mary! Hi, it’s Jessie. What are you gonna wear next week?” she asked.
“Jess!” I said trying to get the phone back. I only succeeded in getting to hear and talk to Mary at the same time Jessie was.
“I was thinking those high-rise pants? Those tan ones? And my red plaid shirt. Is that okay?” Mary asked, knowing very well that she looks great in that outfit.
“That sounds good!” I replied.
“What a you guys going to wear?” she asked, mostly to Jessie.
“I was thinking that purple dress.” Jess said
“And I guess I’ll wear my skirt and shirt.” I shrugged. I could almost feel Mary rolling her eyes at me.
“Yeah, but which ones?”
I racked through my closet in my head.
“I’ll wear the polka dot shirt and the-“
“The black polka one?” Mary interrupted.
“That’s the only polka dot one.” I said.
“oh. Right. Okay, and…?”
“And my…white skirt? Is that good?” I wondered.
“That’s perfect.” Mary replied. And I, of course, trusted her.
“now what about shoes?” Jessie asked.
“Okay, seriously, why the hell are we talking about a shoes and dresses?” I asked.
“Mollie!” both Jessie and Mary scolded at the same time.
“Sorrryy!” I put both hand in the air (Jessie was holding the phone).
Our conversation lasted for the next half hour, until it was 9:30 and Jess and I had to get ready for bed.
The shoes we decided on were black flats for Jessie, black oxfords for me, and dark red kitten heels with the toes showing for Mary, to go with her shirt.
What Eliza Willis was wearing, nobody knows.
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I pulled Sophie over and looked at her sad face. She shook her head at me and insisted that she didn’t need to talk to me, but I had to inform her about my suspicions of her being with Paul. “Sophie,” I said in a firm, but patient voice. “Are you…. Y’know….bangin’ Paulie?” I asked. Her eyes widened and she slapped me across the face, “How dare you say that!” I felt the side of face which she slapped pretty bloody hard and I looked at her with disbelief. “John, I’m so….I’m so sorry. I just…. Yes. I did have sex with him, but that was before I found out about…Dot.” Her eyes began to water up and I wrapped my arm around her. I glanced at Cynthia who was watchin’ the whole thing from across the bar but I ignored her, Cyn was such a cow sometimes. “Sophie, it’s alright… Paul does that sort of thing all time,” I lied. Paul cheats on Dot, but the girls he’s with always know about Dot. I escorted Sophie outside where I hugged her and kissed the top of her forehead. “John, what are we going to do?” she cried as she buried her head into my chest. I stroked her beautiful red hair and sighed to myself knowing Cynthia was going to be out any minute. “I don’t know…” I said, “I have Cynthia, and…” She looked at me and kissed me on the cheek, “I know,” she said. “But, maybe we can… keep it a secret? You and me?” I raised a brow at the thought. I cheat on Cyn all the time, I sure as hell can manage that. I nodded and was about to kiss her but Paul barged through the back entrance and stopped in front of us. “Oh…” Paul managed to say. “I didn’t know you would…be out here…” Paul said to me. I glared at him; I was thoroughly displeased with him for takin’ my girl’s virginity away and then stompin’ her heart on the ground. “What the fuck are ye doin’ out here, Paul? Go back inside,” I snapped. “No,” Paul said, “Not until I talk to Sophie.” “Paul, I don’t want to talk to you,” she said. Paul furrowed his perfectly shaped eyebrows and crossed his arms, “And why’s that?” “Because! You took something very important from me and then you completely ignored me today when I saw your girlfriend! Fuck off, Paul,” Sophie yelled on the verge of tears. Paul, in disbelief, stormed back into the bar and a minute later Cynthia came outside to find me consoling Sophie. “John!” she yelled at me with Paul peeking over behind her shoulder. I rolled up me sleeves, going up to Paul and yelled, “Did you have to go tattle on me, you fuckin’ little git?!” “John!” Sophie yelled. “Shut up!” Cynthia yelled back at Sophie as she tried to break me and Paul up. Paul backed away from me when Dot came to the door to see what was happening. “What’s going on?” Dot demanded. “I’ll tell you what!” I yelled. “Your boyfriend here screwed Sophie!” Dot looked at Paul, horrified. “Dottie, please, he’s lying!” Paul pleaded. I then realized that what I yelled was probably incredibly embarrassing for Sophie. I looked over at Sophie whose face had turned completely red. Dot’s face glowed with anger as she glared at Sophie. “You whore!” Dot yelled. “Stay away from boyfriend, you disgusting harlot.” Cynthia shoved her way past me and back into the restaurant. Both Dot and Cynthia were extremely angered by Paul and I. Before trying to chase Cyn, I noticed Sophie at the corner of my eye backing away into the alley way, running away. I knew what I had to do, so I ran after her.
Paul smiled a bit and nodded, then leaned down to kiss me. “Don’t worry darling, I won’t go too hard.” I smiled slightly and nodded, then stared up into his eyes as he pushed inside of me. When he entered me, I quickly shut my eyes and whimpered in pain, but chewed on my lip to keep quiet. “It’s alright, Soph,” he whispered as he started to move faster. I slowly opened my eyes to stare into his, my eyes full of tears. He smiled yet again and bent over to kiss me gently, then started playing with my hair. After a few seconds, the noises of pain turned to noises of pleasure and I grabbed onto the sheets below me. I closed my eyes again and my moans started to get much louder as his thrusts got harder and faster. “Oh my god that feels amazing,” I whispered almost silently under my breath. I opened my eyes and saw Paul grinning, his hair stuck to his sweaty forehead. “Yeah Sophie, you like that?” I smiled a bit and nodded, then moaned his name loud. He quickly flipped us over so he was on his back and so I was on top, then grabbed my hips and started to move me on him. He bounced me up and down and made me grind my hips into him, causing the both of us to moan and squeal. He pulled me down so I could kiss him and we stared into each others eyes until we both came simultaneously. “Fuck,” he screamed loudly, causing me to giggle and moan. He gently took me off of him and laid me down next to him. “Oh god Soph that was so.. incredible..” I laughed a bit and turned to him and he just stared at me. “What?” He just giggled and kept studying my face. “What Paul?!” “Nothing, Sophie. You’re just very, very gorgeous. Beautiful, even.” I blushed a deep red and smiled wide, then looked into his eyes. He kept smiling, then kissed my forehead and cuddled me until we both fell asleep.
I woke up the next day and found not Paul, but a note and a rose next to me. I sat up and smiled, then read the note.
I’m sorry I’ve left you this morning, but I had to be down at the club with the boys early. I hope you enjoyed last night as much as I did.
I grinned wide and giggled, then got up, took a shower, and got dressed. I felt great after last night and decided to dress up slightly for Paul. I put on this somewhat disgustingly tight, short black leather miniskirt, a tight low cut black sweater, thigh high black stockings and black leather heels. I did my makeup the way I usually do and quickly walked to work. When I got to the club, the boys were all practicing on stage and didn’t notice me walk in. I walked to the bar and it didn’t take long for George to notice me, then order a round of beers for “all seven of them”. I looked up and saw John, Paul, George, Pete, Stu, Cynthia, and… some other girl I didn’t recognize. George must’ve sensed my confusion because he quickly pointed to the girl. “This is Paul’s girl, Dot.” She waved to me, clearly not friendly, and I looked at Paul, who was purposely avoiding my eyes. I looked away quickly, trying my best to stop from looking hurt and filled seven beer glasses for all of them. I put the tray down on a table for them. I was about to walk away when Stu gently grabbed my shoulder and stopped me. “I hope you had a lovely time last night, Sophie. Astrid and I were both so glad you could make it,” he said with a reassuring smile. I nodded a bit and smiled slightly, feeling Paul, John, and Cynthia staring me down. “Y-Yeah, I, um, had a ton of fun. Thanks so much for inviting me.” He smiled again and my eyes soon locked with Paul’s, and right when I looked away, my eyes were met with John’s. He seemed to stare deep into my soul. His stare was so powerful that I quickly had to walk away and back to the bar because I couldn’t handle it. Hours seemed to pass before Dot and Cynthia finally left. Every single time I saw either one of them kiss either John or Paul, I nearly broke down into tears. Almost immediately after the girls were out the door, Paul came to the bar to talk to me. “Sophie I-” “Save it Paul, I have nothing to say to you. Whatever you have to say, I don’t want to hear it.” “Well.. I just wanted to say that I’m sorry. And that last night was fantastic. And you like wonderful today. I love the outfit.” I rolled my eyes and smiled a bit, then told him to leave me alone. He laughed a bit and walked back to the boys. I knew John had been watching me all day, and when I finally went to go to the bathroom, I heard him quickly walking behind me. “Sophie, we need to talk..”
Me ‘n Cyn got to the party on time, actually. I’m usually late because of Cyn takin’ her God damn time to get ready, but surprisingly she finished herself up real quick and we headed out the door just in time to make it. We spent the whole first hour just listenin’ to Cyn yap about how we were gon’ get married but I wasn’t ready for that. We’ve been steady for two years now, since ‘58 and there ain’t a chance that I’m gonna marry her at 19 years old. Cyn kept chattin’ and yackin’ I felt my head go in a daze so I went over to Astrid’s table to pour meself a drink of scotch ‘n Coke. As I aggressively chugged that thing down my throat, a knock on the door was heard and everybody’s heads turned. It was Sophie arrivin’ and boy, did she make the entrance. I immediately turned to Paul who was a couple of feet away from me and watched his jaw drop completely. Cyn came over and tugged onto my arm, mutterin’ somethin’ nasty ‘bout Sophie. I ignored her and kept my eyes glued on Sophie. She looked so amazing. I watched her as she approached Astrid ‘n Stu and as Paul made his smooth-talkin’ arse over to her. Paul chatted up Sophie and before ye knew it they were dancin’ with each other. I remember at one point George came over and said, “Don’t it make you jealous, Johnny Boy?” I punched him in the shoulder because that’s what he deserved. I turned me attention back to Cyn who was lookin’ lonely and jealous. I kissed her cheek and asked her dance but she whispered in me ear somethin’ every man wants to hear from his bird. Me ‘n Cyn snuck away from the crowd and ended up in Astrid’s bathroom. I locked the door and immediately pushed Cyn against the door, pulling up her tight skirt and unbuckling me belt. Cyn grabbed onto the towel rack above her head as he wrapped her legs around me waist. I rammed my pelvis inside of her as hard as we like it and I felt satisfied in makin’ her yelp in pleasure. We didn’t control how loud we were because I didn’t care if Sophie or Paul or anybody heard. As I thrusted into Cyn, I looked at her face and she looked like Sophie. It must’ve been the scotch I had just downed but I enjoyed seeing Cyn’s face morph into Sophie’s. I imagined Sophie moaning as I paced inside her, against that wall. I went harder and harder, still imagining Cyn as Sophie. I went so hard that Cyn actually yelled at me to stop and I said, “Sorry, Soph.” It made Cyn angry enough to storm out on me into the living room. When I approached the main room, all eyes were on me, they knew that Cyn and I had sex in their bathroom. George shot me a look and I flipped him the good ol’ finger and drank another scotch. Cyn stormed up to me and demanded us to leave but I didn’t want to. “John, we’re leaving!” she demanded, “Either that or I’m going alone!” “You do that, princess,” I scoffed. Cyn tugged at my arm and dragged me towards the door where I felt somebody collide with my shoulder. “Eh, watch it!” I snapped. I took a look at the arse that shoved me and noticed it was Paul and Sophie leaving the party. I glared at them as they left; knowing Paul was going to take Sophie away from him. That’s when I knew I was going to plot my revenge against Paul.
It had been nearly three weeks since Cynthia and I had the “incident”. John hadn’t spoken to me once, as he was with Cynthia all the time. I caught him staring at me constantly, but not once did he make an effort to talk to me. But Astrid was having her birthday party tonight, and I knew he’d be there, along with Cynthia and the rest of the Beatles. I left work early and went home that night to look through my closet for the perfect outfit, and I found a long, tight deep purple dress that went just to my knee that had thick straps and a slightly low cut neckline. I decided to curl the ends of my hair and put it up in a somewhat loose ponytail, and put a set of pearl earrings and a necklace on, along with a pair of tan leather heels. I knew I was probably overdressed, but I didn’t mind. I preferred to dress this way anyway. I put on a bit of makeup, making sure to make my eye makeup dark so my eyes would stand out. I looked at myself in the mirror, smiled slightly, and sprayed a tiny bit of perfume on my neck and wrists before leaving my house and driving to Astrid’s. I must’ve been late, judging by all the parked cars I saw in her driveway, so I had to park a bit far away and walk to her house. As I walked to her front door, I mentally prepared myself for my soon to be encounter with John and Cynthia and the rest of the boys. I took a deep, deep breath before knocking on the door, insanely nervous. Astrid and Stu opened the door quickly and grinned at me, then gasped at the sight of my outfit. “Oh Sophie, you look stunning.. Absolutely beautiful,” Astrid said. I blushed light pink and followed them inside the house. I felt for the most part all eyes on me and kept my eyes down so I wouldn’t have to look at anyone. Astrid handed me a glass of champagne and I smiled and took it gracefully, then went to sit on an empty couch with no one else on it. I still didn’t look at anyone until I felt someone sit down next to me. I looked up slowly only to see Paul smiling wide at me, along with George and Pete behind him. I smiled sweetly and blushed yet again, then looked up into Paul’s eyes, then George’s and Pete’s. My eyes quickly reverted back to Paul’s. “You look.. lovely,” Paul whispered softly to me as he stared deeply into my eyes. I blushed a deep, deep red and looked down, unable to hide my smile. “Thank you Paul,” I sat up slightly and kissed his cheek gently, making him grin. He ever so gently grabbed my wrist as he asked me to dance. I nodded and stood up slowly with him and walked to the so called “dance floor”. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he rested his hands on the small of my back. I must’ve been looking around with really wide eyes because Paul had to gently grab my jaw to make me look at him, earning another bright blush from my cheeks. “Are you alright, sweetheart,” he asked. “Oh yeah I’m fine!” He smiled and stared into my eyes for a bit as we swayed. “You’re beautiful, Soph,” he whispered softly to me. I didn’t know what to say, so I just smiled and watched him. Before I knew it, he was rubbing my sides with his thumbs, and in the blink of an eye, his lips softly collided into mine in a perfect kiss. I closed my eyes slowly and kissed him back ever so gently. Once we both needed to breathe, he pulled his lovely lips from mine and smiled, then touched his nose to mine and stared into my eyes again. I giggled quietly before gently leaning in and kissing him yet again. This time, I felt his hands slowly slide down to my ass, and he squeezed it very gently, causing me to let out a small noise of appreciation, making him kiss me even harder. I pulled away slowly and looked up into his eyes, then bit my lip, which caused him to smirk. “Baby, don’t bite your lip like that.. You have no idea what that does to me.” But I kept my eyes on his and continued to bite my lip, then finally released it from between my teeth and pouted slightly, and I quickly saw the look in his eyes turn from playful to lustful. I smiled a bit and gently took his hand and pulled him through the crowd and managed to slip out the front door without being noticed. But as luck would have it, just as Paul and I walked out, I managed to accidentally collide with John, who was walking to the house with Cynthia. “Oh.. I-I’m so sorry..” I mumbled, keeping my eyes down. I held Paul’s hand tighter and walked to my car quickly with him. But just before I got in the car, I glanced over my shoulder, only to find John watching me. Our eyes locked for a few seconds, but I broke the eye contact by getting in the car and driving off to my house. Once Paul and I got to my house, I walked him upstairs with me to my bedroom. I gently sat him down on the bed as I went over to my mirror and started to remove my earrings. He quietly came up behind me and gently removed my necklace as he looked into my eyes through the mirror. He soon started to drag his fingertip up and down the zipper of my dress and my eyes immediately went wide. I exhaled slowly and watched Paul through the mirror as he slowly unzipped my dress, then slid it down my shoulders and let it fall to the floor around my ankles. He smiled and looked me up and down from behind and his hands immediately went to my ass and his lips went to the side of my neck. I gasped very softly and started to close my eyes slowly as he kissed my neck. He gently grabbed my hand and pulled me away from the mirror and to the middle of the room and stood several feet away from me to look at me. I chewed down on my lip and looked down as I felt his eyes scanning the front of my body. He then walked in a circle around me and studied my figure before holding my face and staring into my eyes. “Oh Sophie.. You’re just so beautiful,” he whispered before gently kissing my smiling lips. I pulled away, grabbed his hand, and lead him to the bed with me. We both got on our knees on the bed and immediately began kissing. He seemed unable to keep his hands off my ass, and kept squeezing and grabbing it as we kissed. His tongue soon entered my mouth, causing me to moan softly and grab onto his shoulders. I felt him smile into my mouth as my hands moved to the buttons on his shirt. I slowly and gently undid them, then slid the shirt off his shoulders. I ran my fingertips up and down his chest and arms, loving how strong he felt. He was so toned and perfect. My hands soon found the button of his jeans as his found the clasp of my bra. We were still kissing, and he removed my bra and I removed his jeans. We were both left in just our underwear now, and we finally decided to break the kiss and look at each other. Paul grinned and reached for my breasts while I moaned rather loudly and tilted my head back. He kept squeezing them, and his hands soon found the waistband of my underwear. My eyes immediately looked up into his as he slowly slid them down my thighs. Then, he laid me back, and slowly pulled them down the rest of my legs, making several comments about how nice my legs were. I’d never been so flattered in my entire life, I didn’t even realize what was happening. Paul gently parted my thighs and rubbed them as I watched, getting more nervous by the second. “P-Paul.. You do know I’m a virgin, right?”
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I told John I was sorry and didn’t know what to do. “John.. Just Paul.. He’s so cute but I don’t like him like that.. He’s not you but I couldn’t let him down. But he’s no you, John.” He smiled a bit and shushed me gently, then wiped my eyes with his thumbs. I looked up into his eyes very slowly and he looked into mine as he wiped the tears from my eyes and cheeks. He smiled again and I reached up and wrapped my arms along his neck, pulling him into a tight hug. His arms soon encircled my waist and I felt his hands slowly slide down my lower back and to my butt. His hands gently rested there and he put his head on top of mine. I slowly pulled away from him and smiled, and he leaned down to kiss the tip of my nose. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered. I giggled softly and fixed my overly tight low cut black sweater and tight black leather minishorts. He looked at my outfit and laughed a bit, then looked up into my eyes. “Do you like dressing like that?” I laughed and shook my head, looming down,” no, not at all, I’m just forced to. I feel like a cheap slut.” He laughed again and looked into my eyes. “Well you don’t need to dress like that for me. You’d look beautiful with a paper bag on, Sophie.” I grinned and blushed dark red, then looked down, “John…” Suddenly, I heard a pair of heels furiously staggering towards me, then someone pull my hair. “What the fuck are you doing with my boyfriend, slut?!” I looked over and looked at Cynthia with wide eyes, “I-I’m not doing anything…” “Don’t fucking lie to me, bitch..” “Cyn,” John suddenly spoke up, “leave her alone… Nothing’s happening…” “I saw you kiss her nose John so don’t give me that bullshit!!” I was so upset and on the verge of tears. I didn’t know what to say or do and I looked back and forth between John and Cynthia, who were now arguing. “Stop please stop!! Cynthia I.. I’m sor-” I didn’t even get to finish my sentence before I felt Cynthia’s hand across my cheek. My cheek was stinging and burning and I looked up to be met with Cynthia’s eyes staring me down furiously. I reached my hand up to my cheek and felt a something cold and wet, then looked down at the hand Cynthia had hit me with. She had a bit of blood on the bottom of the ring she was wearing and on the tips of her long claw-like nails. I couldn’t hold in the tears anymore. I quickly looked at John and saw him staring at me with wide eyes, his mouth open. I glanced up at George, Pete and Stu who all bore the same face as John. “I-I.. I have t-to g-go…,” I barely managed to blurt out. I quickly ran to the bathroom and looked in the mirror and saw six somewhat deep bright red cuts embedded in my cheeks, along with a bruise around the cut given to me by Cynthia’s ring. I grabbed a paper towel and wet it with cold water, then put it to my face. My cheekbone was swollen and I looked horrible. I could not stop crying. After spending about 15 minutes crying in the bathroom, I walked out, only to see John and Cynthia talking quietly on the other side of the room. I went behind and watched them as they hugged and then kissed lovingly. They both pulled away and John looked over at me and saw me staring and I quickly looked away. I looked down at the glasses I was cleaning and started to cry yet again. I loved him. I loved him so much, but he didn’t love me back. He loved Cynthia. I knew he’d never love me. I wasn’t as pretty as Cynthia and didn’t have anything close to her body. She was… perfect. The opposite of me. I knew why boys never wanted to date me in school. I wasn’t pretty enough, and that’s exactly why he didn’t want to date me either. At this point, I had tears pouring down my cheeks and I was positive I looked horrible. “Sophie?” I looked up quickly to see George standing there. “H-hi Sophie, would you mind giving me a beer?” He was so soft spoken and shy and I couldn’t say no. I nodded and got him a beer, not looking at him once. He watched me for a bit, then spoke up. “Are you alright, Soph?” “No,” I shook my head, whispering softly, “I’m going home.” I kept my eyes down and walked out of the club. But as I left, I glanced up at John to find him kissing Cynthia. And as he kissed her, he opened his eyes and stared right at me, watched me leave, then closed them again and continued. I ran all the way home, then cried myself extra hard into a deep sleep.
Who did that waitress girl think she was, eyeing my boyfriend like that? I should’ve slapped her across the face, she’s lucky I just gave her my attitude. I’m very protective of John, you see. He cheats, he lies, he abuses, but I’m still in love with him. I’ve told myself to keep an extra closer look on him since the last time he slept with another girl and I found out. I was sick of it, and seeing this sleaze bag of a young lady made me angrier than usual. Especially since she was pretty, it made me more jealous. John wanted me to look like Bardot and he goes after that…. Redhead? I’m disgusted. John made me change everything about myself and yet, he goes after somebody completely different. I’m going to show that waitress girl who’s the real lover of John Lennon.
So, like usual, I attended the boys’ rehearsals. We went to the club where that despicable redhead worked and noticed she wasn’t working. I felt a glorious moment come over me to know that I was the only one John could have his eyes on. I watched John as he fooled around onstage with everyone. But then I noticed that Paul was not there. John realized it too shortly after I did. “Eh! Where’s Paul?” John yelled. Everyone shrugged. “I’m gonna kill ‘im if he doesn’t get his bloody ass over here. We’re playin’ tonight!” John shouted. John started to become even more agitated and I went up to comfort him. “John,” I said, patting his shoulder, “It’s alright. He’ll be here soon, I’m sure.” “God, shut up, Cyn,” John said, shoving me away from him roughly. “Don’t push me, John!” “Don’t be a pushover, Cyn!” John snapped back. I huffed back to the table where I downed two scotches and fell asleep. Twenty minutes I awoke after I heard Paul coming in and John barking at him. I didn’t even bother to look until John’s yelling got even worse. I turned around to see Paul with his arm around that waitress. I was shocked, my eyes went wide. “What the hell are ye doin’ with her, you bloody oaf?!” John screamed. Paul shrugged, “I dunno, man. You got Cyn over there.” “YOU HAVE DOT, YOU BASTARD,” John snapped. I watched Paul and John fight, being in the drunken dazed I was I didn’t even get up to separate them. I just watched as that girl tried to break up the fight, tears running down her face. “Paul, you got two seconds to get your ass outta here,” John said, “and you leave Sophie HERE.” Sophie? I watched as Paul kissed Sophie’s cheek before running off. I looked as John made sure Sophie was alright, consoling her tears, then I began realizing that Sophie was more than just some waitress for John to shag, she was a threat to my entire relationship.
A few minutes after leaving, John came back with Cynthia to pick up the jacket she left there. I was still working at the bar for about another hour, and Astrid had sat down at a table with Stu, George, Pete and Paul. I had my hair tied up and out of my face and was wearing a tight black long sleeved minidress that my boss forced me to wear with a pair of heels and fishnets. I walked to Paul’s table with two drinks in my hand to give to him and George, and Paul winked at me when I handed him his drink, causing me to blush furiously. “Actually, Johnny, lets stay here for a couple of drinks,” I heard Cynthia say to John as she shot me a dirty look. They both sat down at a table and I heard her call me over. “Excuse me, waitress, we need to be served!” I looked over at her and then looked at John and felt like I was going to burst into tears, but I kept it together as best I could when I walked to her table. I forced a smile and looked down at her. “H-hi, what would you like?” “Oh I’ll have a beer, thanks,” she said, turning to John. “And what would you like Johnny,” she asked, kissing his neck and smiling at him. “I-I’ll just have a scotch and coke, please,” he said, glancing up at me. I chewed down on my lip and nodded, refusing to make eye contact with him. She started to kiss his jaw and then his lips and I took that as my cue to walk away. I was fighting back tears with all I had inside me as I filled up two glasses of what they ordered, then walked back to the table. When I got there, I put their glasses down and listened to Cynthia’s conversation a bit. I cleaned up the table next to them, just to listen to her. “So Johnny, when we get married, I’m thinking of an all white and silver wedding. And a really tight, sexy dress for me. You’d like that wouldn’t you? Oh I can’t wait!!” I closed my eyes and bit down on my lip even harder, then heard Cynthia address me again. “Um, waitress!” I looked up and walked over to her, evidently terrified. “My boyfriend here needs a refill.” I nodded and took John’s glass and refilled it. As I walked back to his table, I noticed John rubbing his temples with his thumbs as Cynthia spoke to him. I set John’s glass down and was about to walk away when I heard Cynthia yet again. “Hey waitress,” she said. I turned around and looked at her, still biting my lip. “How do you like my necklace?” I looked at the necklace around her neck and spoke up, “u-um.. it’s really pretty.” “Thanks,” she smirked, “my boyfriend got it for me. He’s so cute and generous that way. Do you have a boyfriend, waitress?” I looked down and shook my head, feeling the tears come on yet again. She smirked and laughed yet again, “hm, doesn’t surprise me,” she said, turning to John, “it’s not like she’s pretty or has a personality or anything. She’s plain. And has no chest.” I kept my eyes on my feet and let a tear slowly roll down my cheek. “Um, waitress, what are you still doing here..? Do us a favor and leave please. I don’t feel like looking at you anymore.” I looked up and nodded slightly, then turned around, only to be met with Paul, George, and Pete, staring at me, wide eyed, while Stu and Astrid kissed and held hands. I looked away from them and ran back to the bar and into the kitchen and completely broke down. I couldn’t stop crying and all the mascara and eyeliner was pouring down my cheeks. I knew I wasn’t as pretty as Cynthia and knew I didn’t stand a chance, but it still hurt to hear it. “Sophie,” I heard someone call from outside the door. Paul ran into the kitchen and saw me sitting on the counter crying my eyes out and ran over to me. “Sophie, sweetheart, it’s okay.. Shh, calm down,” he whispered. “Don’t listen to her, Soph. She’s a jealous bitch who’s jealous of your beauty. You’re way prettier than she’ll ever be, I promise.” I slowly looked up into his eyes and he smiled softly at me. “Look, there are those beautiful green eyes. I could just stare into them all day. But they’re much prettier when there are no tears in them,” he whispered softly as he wiped the tears from my eyes with his thumbs, then wiped my cheeks with the edge of his shirt, not caring that it was stained. He held my hands and looked into my eyes again, still smiling. “What a beautiful young girl I’m looking at,” he said, lacing his fingers with mine. I smiled slightly and giggled, blushing lightly. “There it is!! There’s that smile I love so much!” I smiled even wider at that and looked back into his eyes. We stared at each other for a few minutes before he spoke up, “want me to walk you home tonight?” “Yes, that’d be nice. Thank you Paul.” He smiled and gently slid me off the counter, then took my apron off of me and grabbed my hand. We walked past John and Cynthia and I saw John look up at me, then Paul. He seemed annoyed and jealous. I was surprised he hadn’t defended me when Cynthia said all that to me, but I guess it shouldn’t have surprised me. That’s just how he was. Paul lead me outside and held my hand the entire time. We walked in silence and I started to shiver after a bit, as the outfit barely kept me warm. He slid off his leather jacket and slowly put it on me, making me grin. “You look lovely in that jacket. Keep it.” “Oh but Paul.. No..” “Sophie! Shush. Keep it, please. You look great.” I smiled and reached for his hands again. We were home in several minutes and he held my hands tighter as we stood on my doorstep. “Thank you Paul. For everything tonight. You’re lovely.” I leaned forward and kissed his cheek, leaving my lips there for a few seconds. When I pulled away, he grabbed my face and kissed me ever so gently. His lips were so soft and full, and I couldn’t help but smile against them. “Goodnight Sophie,” he whispered into my mouth. “Goodnight Paul,” I whispered back. He pulled away and stared into my eyes for a few seconds before smiling and walking away. I watched him walk down the street and was in absolute heaven. It was perfect. So perfect. Even though I was in love with John, Paul was perfect.
Since Sophie worked at the pub we saw her often when we were set to play. I always made googly eyes at her while I strummin’ me guitar and she did the same. She told me her work has been lackin’ since we started playin’ there and her boss is onto her. But I can’t help it. Even Paul’s been makin’ stupid flirty faces at Sophie; we all have, except for Stu. One night we were playin’ I got so distracted by Sophie that I didn’t even notice Cyn sitting right at a bar stool where Sophie was working. It wasn’t until Paul pointed it out on break and said, “Isn’t that blonde of there your girl?” I looked over and saw Cyn ordering a drink from Sophie and Sophie having no idea that that was me girlfriend, served her one. I saw them talking, probably from Cyn’s hospitality, and they looked like they were havin’ a good time. It wasn’t until I walked up to Cyn after the show when I saw Cyn giving Sophie a sorta cold look. I put an arm around Cyn and told her to go home. “Who…is that waitress?” Cyn asked coldly. “Who? Her? Pssssshh. That girl right there is just a bartender.” Cyn looked unimpressed, “She told me that she was your friend. She said you went to the beach together! I only asked her how she was…. I didn’t mean for the conversation to turn into how my boyfriend is a dirty liar.” I shook my head and said, “No, no, no. She’s fantasizin’, Cyn. You know how fans are.” “Well, she’s lucky her shift ended before I ruined her. I almost tried to choke her to death. And she looked so…. Young,” Cyn said. I felt me blood boilin’ the way she talked about Sophie but I had to keep it on the down-low. Cyn smiled and kissed my cheek, “Don’t worry. I believe you. Let’s go back to the apartment now, huh?” I reluctantly said yes and followed her back to the house. On the way there I saw Sophie talkin’ to Astrid, catching up since they’re good friends and all. I caught a glimpse of Sophie looking at me ‘n Cyn, clearly distraught by her behaviour earlier on. I quietly waved so Cyn wouldn’t see but Sophie ignored me and kept on talkin’ to Astrid. Cyn tugged my hand back into the room ‘n hugged me so tight I could barely breathe. I hugged her back because I did love her ‘n all but Sophie was still controllin’ my mind. “Promise me you’ll never me?” Cyn said, restin’ her head against me chest. I sighed and nodded, stroking her bleached hair and said, “I promise.”
I gasped softly and looked into his eyes. He just kissed me. My first kiss ever was given to me by John. His lips felt amazing on mine and I just wanted him to kiss me again. “I.. I want to go with you, John.” He grinned and grabbed my hand and we walked to his apartment. I hadn’t even bothered putting my dress on, I was just walking around the streets of Hamburg in a bikini and heels and John was holding my hand. It was all I ever wanted. He kept smiling at me and kissing me and I couldn’t stop blushing. We soon got to his apartment and he unlocked it quickly and immediately covered my lips with his. He pushed me up against the door and ran my hands up and down my sides as he kissed me. “Come on, baby, I want you,” he whispered against my lips. I bit my lip, nodded and followed him into the bedroom. He gently pushed me back on the bed and got on top of me, kissing up and down my neck and jaw. I couldn’t believe what was happening. It felt so good and I didn’t want him to stop and clearly wasn’t thinking straight. He stopped kissing me and held himself up above me as he reached between my legs and started rubbing me through my bikini bottoms. I’d never been touched there and was shocked. It felt so good. I didn’t want him to stop, so I moaned his name softly in anticipation. “Yeah, you like that baby? Does that feel good?” I looked up at him and nodded as I bit down on my lip hard. He smiled down at me and moved his hands up my body and to my chest. I felt his hands brushing against the bottom of my bikini top and I blushed a deep red. “J-John.. No,” I protested softly, “please..” He smiled wide and stared deep into my eyes. “You don’t want it baby?” I bit my pouty lips and stared at him with huge eyes. “I-I.. I do.” He grinned wide and gently pulled my bikini top over my head. I felt my face burn and looked down slowly and I heard him gasp. “Oh Sophie..” He ran his hands up and down my bare chest and smiled. “My god, you’re so beautiful.” I smiled and giggled softly then looked up into his eyes. He leaned down and gently kissed down my neck and to my breasts, then down my stomach, on my bellybutton, then to the waistband of my bottoms. He looked up into my eyes and I nodded slowly to let him know that I wanted it. He slid the bottoms down my legs and spread them slowly. He grinned and started to rub me again, but this time his bare fingers were touching my wetness. I squealed his name and bit down on my lip again. He laughed quietly and stared back up at me then slowly slid a finger inside me. I gasped and grabbed onto the sheets under me and whimpered softly. He kept his eyes on me and slid yet another finger inside of me. I shut my eyes and whimpered loudly in pain, his fingers moving rapidly inside me. I kept my eyes shut and sat up a little bit as a tear ran down my cheek. It hurt so bad, but I didn’t say anything. John mistook my noises of pain for noises of pleasure because he slid yet another finger inside of me. I covered my face and started to cry even harder. “Oh fuck, you’re so tight Sophie.. It feels so good,” he growled. I opened my eyes slightly and saw him pull his swim trunks down. He was just about to push inside me when I protested. “John.. No.. It hurts.” “Shh you don’t mean that baby, come on, it only hurts for a second..” “No! Please John.. I don’t want it.” I slid out from under him and sat on the edge of the bed and started to cry quietly. I hid my face in my hands and I felt him watching me. He slowly crawled up behind me and started rubbing my back gently. “It’s okay, beautiful, I understand.” He grabbed one of his button down shirts and put it on me, then picked me up and brought me to the couch. He was only in his boxers and he covered me up in a blanket and sat next to me. He turned on the tv and lit a cigarette, and I felt him look over at me over and over again. I sat up slowly, turned his face to mine and kissed him softly. I didn’t mind tasting the cigarette at all. I just wanted my lips on his. I felt him smile against my lips and he kissed back sweetly. He pulled me into his lap and pulled away from the kiss just so he could look into my eyes. He gently stroked my cheekbone with his thumb and I took the cigarette from between his fingers and slid it between my lips. I slowly took a drag of the cigarette and looked up into his eyes when I released the smoke. I saw the way he watched my face and my eyes and especially my lips when I exhaled. He put his hands on my thighs and gently squeezed them and smiled. “You know, I thought you couldn’t get any prettier. But you look stunning right now. In my arms, looking into my eyes, and smiling. And you got even sexier when you smoked that cig,” he laughed softly. I giggled and looked back into his eyes. “Well let me do it again,” I whispered, before taking yet another drag of the cigarette. He smirked and watched me then laid me back on the couch. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered, before gently kissing me again. I giggled and looked up at him and touched my nose to his. He smiled, got behind me, pulled the blanket over us and held me in his arms until we both fell asleep.