As soon as I let myself go limp on the bed, Paul started to touch me gently, however passionately, his head lying next to mine. I went insane with the feel of his skin against my own, and I stroked his cheek with one hand while I felt the hairs on his chest with the other. I raised myself up by my hips and rubbed against the bulge under his waist. Paul moaned with pleasure and I did as well. I moved my fingers down to gently touch him through his tight black pants. The bulge became bigger and harder. I moved faster, stronger. Paul's hand next to my head pressed harder into the pillow as he pressed harder onto me. One of his long legs slid between mine as Paul unzipped his pants and pulled them off, and I let my skirt slide down my legs. I kissed him on his lips, his neck, farther down still...across his stomach, traveling lower.
"You don't have to do that, Penny," Paul gasped, and took matters into his own hands. But I was lost, moving in the feeling, like he had been a while ago. Paul's hands were on my lower back, gently encouraging me. I cried out in surprise as his hips met with mine and he pushed even harder onto me in a single thrust.
"Oh, I love you, I love you!" I whispered into his ear. He responded by moving a hand between my legs and bringing it upwards. His finger slowly stroked me, and I gasped in surprise. He stopped immediately.
"No, keep going...keep going..." I urged him frantically. His finger slowly slid inside of me. It hurt a bit at first, but not for long. My eyes went wide as he found that certain spot to touch, which made me tingle with delight. I twisted and squirmed under the heat of his touch. It felt so good.
"More, Paul...." I whimpered, raising myself up higher so he could fit his finger farther into me, "more..." He groaned and pushed another finger inside of me, harder this time. I was embarrassed again with how good it felt, how wet and eager I was, but not enough to stop. I moved in bliss while he thrust his fingers into me, over and over again, turning them around while I kissed him feverishly, holding onto his tongue with my own for support. Emotionally I was soaring into the unknown, and it was for the first time in my life, when I suddenly felt inner fireworks going off inside of me, ones so strong that they sent tremors throughout my body. I didn't know that there was such a feeling existing on earth. Orgasm was too harsh a word for it. There was nothing harsh about that moment.
I didn't know what effect I was having on Paul, until with one of his hands his guided mine to exactly where he wanted it to be. I didn't know what to do, and I began to feel uncomfortable.
"Go on...." he encouraged me. Slowly I put my hand underneath his underwear, and held him between my fingers. *I was amazed with how perfect he was, how well he fit in my hold. I began stroking him, gently at first and then harder. He grew bigger and hotter under my touch. Paul's short breathing turned deeper, and slower, as if he were savoring the moment as I was. He clutched me to his chest with one arm; with his other he finally reached backwards and turned off the light.
Yes, I know what you're probably thinking: that we went all the way. But we didn't. We came close, we came very, very close, but in fact it was Paul that ended up stopping me when I begged him not to.
*"No..." he whispered into my ear, "no, no...you'll go home terrified that you're pregnant. That's not how I want you to remember me, how I want me to remember you. Penny, I want to remember you like this..." His touch with his long fingers lit fires of desire that I never knew existed, and I cried out in surprise and amazment as my body repeatedly involuntarily shuddered with delight. But he knew that I trusted him to not go all the way, much as either he or I would have liked to at the highest point. Somewhere inside, he cared deeply. I knew that he did. And a half an hour later, despite my pleading him to go on with me, he stopped the desperate kisses with a final one on the lips that almost smothered me. He pulled himself up and off of me, and tugged on his pants and pulled on his shirt. With a whispered goodbye he left the room to have a smoke. Staying behind to change into new clothes, I pondered over what had happened, and as I sat on the edge of the bed I smelled Paul's familiar cologne around me. I smiled to myself, got up, picked up my blank papers and unused pens, and went outside to find Patti and Cynthia.
It turned out that they had gone down to the floor of the hotel where there was a small cafe.
"Hi, Sandy! Hi, Julia!" I called when I saw them. Patti and Cynthia looked up. Those were the fake names that they had created for themselves while in America, to prevent getting besieged by reporters, and, even worse, fans.
"Hi, Penny! Come on over!" called out Patti in her fake American accent. It wasn't that good a one, and I smiled as I walked over to their table. I sat down at a chair next to Cyn and smiled at her.
"Well, it happened." She gasped. "No, no, not all the way."
"Are you okay?"
"Mm-hmm. Wow."
"You've never been at a loss for words!" laughed Patti, "I know that and I've only known you for a day and a half! He must've really stunned you!"
"Paul is...incredible." I said softly.
"So's George!"
"So's John!"
"But I've never done that before...it was just...amazing."
*"We know," said Patti and Cynthia in unison. They looked at each other and laughed.
"He really knew what he was doing," I said, "I don't even want to know how many times he's actually done that before, but he sure is....is..."
"What?" asked Patti, leaning forward.
"Good at it!" They cracked up. I only blushed, and called for the waiter to order a cup of coffee.
An hour later I headed back upstairs into the suite, (yes I knocked,) and entered. All of the Beatles were seated on the couch, deep in conversation with Paul. He only did a slight double-take when he saw me standing there. I myself was having trouble looking him in the eye. Was he happy? Upset with me? He looked back at me, eyes wide open innocently. The others started grinning, their smiles spreading from one side of their faces to the others. John's was a particularly unnerving one. I gave Paul a strong Look. He cocked his head back at me and smiled slyly. I knew very well what he had been talking about.
"Would you like some lunch?" asked Ringo politely. Bless him, he was the only normal Beatle as far as I was concerned.
"Yes, thank you Ringo," I said, gritting my teeth as I headed into the suite to get my purse, "and you can tell Mr. Lennon back there to stop thinking sick thoughts!" Ringo laughed.
"Him? Think sick thoughts? Never!" I growled to myself and smiled at the same time. I had gotten John's attention, that was for sure.
Once There Was a Way...to Get Back to My Homepage....AND THIS IS IT!!!!