CHAPTER THREE
Let Me Go On Loving You
Later that night, we went out for dinner again...but this time it was Paul and I. Alone. Patti had flown over to the hotel to be with George...I was having trouble telling whether he was happy or not about this. But, as for Patti, I was pleasantly surprised. She was beautiful, obviously, a blonde, skinny model. But in addition to this she was very honest, thoughtful, kind and sweet. I enjoyed being with her.
Paul and I went to an Italian restaurant, and I had fun explaining what things were: my mother was Italian, so I had a lead on him there. Paul smiled at everything I told him, and, as we drove away from the restaurant into the middle of the night it seemed as if I were in a dream. The dream escalated when Paul pulled off of the road. The darkness showed me only the profile of his face, the one that I had loved for so long. Before I knew it, with a flick of his wrist the ignition was off and he leaned forward to kiss me. It was so sudden that at first I froze in my seat and almost...but didn't...push him away. We didn't say a word, only emitted quick little gasps of pleasure. Nothing could describe what I was. Nothing could describe what I was experiencing, and I'm sure it was the same for him. Over and over again, his kisses started out gentle but turned frantic with each passing second. They traveled around my jaw, to my ear, and then planted soft touches around my lips. Just as I was dying of anticipation, he grabbed my chin frantically and cupped it in one palm, pressing me closer to him each he kissed me. I knew what he wanted and didn't know what to do, but decided to go with intuition, and I kissed him back. He finally let go of my arms, and my immediate reaction was to move them down his...I loved the feel of his muscles and he sat patiently for a few moments and let me explore the feel of his chest...I licked the base of his neck and he groaned...why I didn't know. This was all new to me, and I was learning as I went. After a few moments had passed, (though it seemed to me like it was longer,) his arm moved around my waist and mine around his neck as he came closer and closer to being on top of me in the passenger seat. I was in a frenzy, flushed and excited and nervous all together, when his hand accidentally slipped under my shirt while I was reaching up to kiss him again. His other hand slid to the top buttons on my bouse and hastily undid them, and his fingers traced a soft pattern along the line of my collarbone.
"Oh, Paul..." I managed to whisper in my confused, non-thinking state of mind. Tongues no longer were forbidden by me, and Paul was taking obvious advantage in my acceptance of his. He shifted position now and slid on top of me...his slightness in body all of a sudden seemed to be many times my own as the weight pressed down on my top. *I felt him getting so hard that I almost found myself...did find myself, in fact...wanted to do something that I had never wanted to do to any other guy before: touch him.
"I love you, Penny," he whispered in a low, husky, and, for those reasons, incredibly sexy voice. One of his hands found its way to the small of my back, and the feeling made me sigh and curve toward him. He was ready, there, for me, and as he pressed still closer down onto me the intimate feeling was stifling, however exciting. I wasn't used to this, and as soon as I felt his other hand crawling up my back, I jumped away from him and pushed my loose hair behind my ears. I didn't know what Paul was used to....I could guess pretty well, though....and though I wanted to go farther, do what he wanted, fear and my conscience kept me away. Paul felt me changing my mind, and he begged me, hands around my waist, to keep going.
"Oh, please, Penny, let me, God you feel so good..." Paul was almost losing it, and I was finally getting worried. I attempted, without much force, to push him off of me without hurting him, physically or his pride. It wasn't working. Paul was reaching down to his zipper with one of his hands, and the other went up the back of my skirt and delicately fingered the strap of my underpants around my waist. I could literally feel his excitement building up. I pushed his hand inside my skirt away and attempted to sit up at the same time.
"Paul-" my voice seemed to surprise him: he was trying to bring me back to where we were before.
"Hmm?"
"I can't."
"You know what."
"Oh, but you can...please, baby, I can't stop..."
"Paul." I said solidly, "I'm too young. I-cannot-do-this-now. Please, Paul, stop." Paul sighed, pushed himself up, and slowly moved back to his seat. He buttoned the top of his shirt back up, (I had undone two or three of the buttons,) and sat quietly for a few moments. I felt terrible- humiliated and guilty at the same time- but when Paul leaned over to kiss me gently once more, he held me carefully as if I were a piece of cermaic that could shatter. He didn't speak for a few minutes, and when he did his voice was husky, albeit holding a bit more control than before.
"I know," he whispered into my ear, "John warned me. For once the bugger was right."
"I'm sorry," I whispered out into the night.
"You're too young...sweet little seventeen. Sparkle, you've got a while. Don't worry. There are other things that we can do for two weeks." I smiled at this remark, while Paul gave me one more kiss and turned the key. We drove off, back to the hotel.
John gave Paul a fatherly Look as soon as we entered the room, and Paul gave him one right back, with a wink. John cocked his eyebrow and I could see his mind whirring in confusion.
"So, do tell all..." he spoke up to me, as he walked up to us and pride apart our entwined fingers. He twirled me around under his arm, and then pulled me out to face him. *"Who, Penny me darlin', do you intend to go for next? Could it be George? Ring? Or, heaven forbid," (here he gulped dramatically,) "me? The list of possibilities seems to grow daily!"
"Eh, there, hands off, mate," Paul pushed him away and grabbed me back into his arms. "She's mine!" While Paul and John engaged in a verbal battle over me, I slipped out from under Paul's arm, stepped gingerly over several guitars and found George seated on the couch in the next room, playing 'Green Sleeves' to Patti. She sat beside him, humming softly. I tore my eyes away from the look of love in Patti's eyes and the adoration in George's, and turned around again. Paul and John were finishing up....with what, I wasn't sure anymore.
"Look, Terence!" Paul was shouting at John, barely managing to prevent himself from breaking a smile, "if you want to resign from the amateur dramatics, DO!"
"It's not that," John blustered, snorting to keep back laughter, "I've put a whole lot of work and though into the whole thing..."
"Yeah, well let's face it," Paul intervened, "you're crap, aren't you?"
"WHO was it that got into the Liverpool Institute, anyway?"
"Well, there you were with your farting nose up!" John slammed a pillow into Paul's eyes, and the two collapsed giggling onto the floor.
"Yeah, okay, I'm just gonna leave now..." I said, stepping gingerly, (once more,) over their fallen forms. Paul grabbed one of my ankles and pulled me down next to him.
"No, luv, one more, pleeeease?" I couldn't ignore that begging, and so I let Paul pull me toward him, once again hold my chin in his hand and kiss me as he was pleading to. I closed my eyes to drink in the sensation...it was through strong willpower that I made myself back up moments later...also the fact that John was two feet away, watching, may have had something to do with it.
Here I Am Again...Click Your Heels Together and Say 'The Beatles Rule'....
BACK TO MY HOMEPAGE!!!