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Prologue
She pushed him down onto the bed, giggling in her drunkenness. He lay back, waiting for the inevitable, but she was determined to spin out the moment. She began to gyrate to the soundtrack in her head, running her hands over her body, cupping her breasts, slipping one hand inside the waistband of a tiny denim skirt that seemed to consist of little more than the waistband. Three fingers stretched the lace and elastic as they moved inside her expensive underwear, over the neatly trimmed strip of pubic hair, searching out the source of the growing heat therein.
She teased him and toyed with herself for a couple of minutes, before turning her attention to her clothing. The black asymmetrical top came off first, peeled slowly over her head to reveal a beautiful black lace bra. She could tell from the growing swell in his jeans that the bra was worth every penny she had paid for it. She danced for a few more minutes, turning her back on him to unhook the delicate clasp. She slowly pulled the bra off first one shoulder, then the other, before crossing her arms and turning to face him again. She knelt over him, revealing her breasts as she started to caress the rising swell between his legs. His eyes were closed and his mouth open, his breathing becoming quicker and quicker. She teased eryaman escort resimleri down the zip and with an expert touch flicked open the button, pulling the opening apart. She ran her long, polished nails up and down the bare flesh; it sent shivers up his spine that were barely controllable.
Once again she turned her back on him, unzipping the miniscule denim skirt and letting it slide down her long legs. She slipped a hand inside the black panties and begin to play with herself, letting the pangs of pleasure she was giving herself be displayed in a more and more audible style, her fingers working against her hot, swollen clitoris. She closed her eyes as the constant endeavours of her fingers began to yield tangible results with the first surfacing of the orgasmic rush. She had waited for this moment for a long time, the dinner date had been torture, the long taxi ride back unbearable as they made out in the back - she had wanted to go down on him there and then - so it was no surprise that she could feel herself about to come. She was happy with that, multiple orgasms (the louder and more often the better) were her specialty. She toyed with her nipples using her free hand, pinching them hard between polished nails. As the rush threatened to take over, she forced herself to stop. etimesgut escort bayan She stepped out of her panties, tossing them to one side, before turning round to face him again. The look on his face told her that it was a job well done, but the erection in his right hand told the whole story.
In truth, the sex that followed was more workmanlike than spectacular, but they both enjoyed it. But it was not the memory of the sex that stayed with Christian Shepherd for so long, it was the show that she put on for him and the effect that it had on him. He stayed awake for a long time after the sex thinking about it.
Young Chris had aspirations of being a musician. He was 20 years old, two years into a four-year degree course of Music Production and Techniques at university in Sheffield. He had formed and disbanded several bands in an attempt to both improve and display his technique (which, as his tutors would admit but only behind his back, was already bordering on the prodigious) but was looking for that hook, that something extra which would propel his band beyond the ordinary. Nothing if not a pragmatist, Chris knew that the special 'extra something' would need to be controversial. What the starry-eyed young sociology student had done that sincan escort night, far more than the best sex of his life that she imagined it had been in her wine-fuelled state, was sow the seed in his mind of his next project.
Chapter 1
The university notice board in front of Emma James carried one note that caught her interest. She'd actually been looking for details of the aquacise class at the local gym and swimming pool, but it was the advert looking for singers and musicians that she kept coming back to. There was something in the tongue-in-cheek wording that held her imagination - "must have strong exhibitionist streak!" was one such example. She scanned through the rest of the advert looking for contact details and was surprised to see the name 'Chris Shepherd' at the bottom. She knew the name well enough; she'd once been taken to a gig of one of his previous bands at a nightclub and was taken by his presence onstage, yet when she bumped into him at the bar after she could not believe that the shy young man before her was the same person. Even then she quite fancied him, but as she was at the gig on a date there was little she could do. She copied the mobile number into her little Nokia. She thought that even if she didn't get a gig, she might well get laid. A voice calling to her brought her out of her reverie. Her best friend Zoe, whom she'd arranged to come and meet for lunch. She knew Zoe and Chris were at the same university and wondered if there was any chance of an introduction...
In the end Zoe did not actually know Chris. Zoe was an Art take them off, please.