Post by Lady Harrison-Tench on Mar 8, 2008 10:59:35 GMT -5
Title:I Need You (For lack of a better title)
Rating: NC-17-R for sexual situations and language.
Written by: Lady Harrison-Tench (Emily)
Beatles involved: Mainly George
Rating: NC-17-R for sexual situations and language.
Written by: Lady Harrison-Tench (Emily)
Beatles involved: Mainly George
I noticed him as I walked into the room...George Harrison...wow...what a sexy man. I took my thoughts off of him long enough to say hello to the person I had come here to meet in the first place...Carl Perkins! George began strolling toward us and said a casual "hello" to me before beginning a conversation with Carl. I noticed him taking a quick glimpse at me every now and then as I talked to famed singer/songwriter, Bob Dylan. This party was big...really big. I don't know how I was invited, but I was. George took a seat beside me and began making small talk.
"'Ello thur!" he said in that dirty, seductive, Liverpudlian accent of a voice.
"Hi..." I managed to say.
"What's your name then?" he said, stirring his drink.
"Emily...Emily Collins..." I said, before taking a drink of the dreaded Scotch and Coke. I needed something heavy if I was going to sit beside a man like this.... "You're George Harrison, right?"
"The one and only!" We conversed back and forth for what seemed like 10 minutes...then I looked at the clock...it was always 10 PM?!
"George, look how long we've been talking!" he glanced up at the clock and nearly choked on his drink.
"f**kin 'ell!!!...hey,...luv...how about I meet you at the Ad-Lib club tomorrow night at 8?" I was literally shocked.
"S-s-sure...I'd love to!!" I got up and prepared for my long walk back to the hotel room.
"How are ye gonna get back to yer room?"
"The old fashioned way...on foot!"
"I wouldn't dare letcha...ride with me!" George said, jingling car keys in from of my face. He led me to his car, an impressive grey Jaguar.
"Nice car!" I said, trying to stifle my thoughts in my head.
"Ta! Wanna hear some music?"
"Sure!!" George turned on the radio to find "Nothin's Shakin" playing.
"Oh I love this song!!!" he said as he turned it louder. He squirmed in his seat a bit as he tried to get comfortable.
"Me too!" I watched as his long, sexy, guitar callused fingers grasped the steering wheel. Pretty soon, the song was over and the brand new Beatles single "All My Loving" came on!
"Ah...now for the REAL music!!" George said chuckling. We both sang along. Before I knew it, we were sitting in the hotel parking lot.
"Well, I'll see you tomorrow night then?"
"Sounds like a plan!" I said as I unbuckled my seatbelt and got out of the car. I walked up to my hotel room and spent the rest of the night dreaming about the next day....what on Earth could happen?
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I drove off. "Wow, what a looker she was....I'd kill to have 'er..." I thought. I pushed the thoughts out of my head and drove off and went home. I managed to fall asleep amongst my fantasies. I woke up early the next morning because I couldn't stop thinking about her....d**nit....my hand wandered down to my...manliness...and began stroking furiously. I wanted her...bad...I needed a few more strokes...just a few more...to get what I wanted...needed....I sped up until finally..."BANG BANG BANG!! GEORGE GET UP!!!!"
"John?!?!?! oh d**nit....one second!!!" I began thrashing in bed until John came in. I went completely still.
"Get up please!!!!!!!"
"O.k..." I got up and, with much struggle, put my trousers on.
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I spent the day wandering around London....wow....what a place. I went to Harrod's, and saw Big Ben, and just went window shopping. I didn't have any money to buy much, but I just wanted to look around. I walked past EMI studios and saw George's Jaguar. I walked in and stood outside Studio 2's door....I heard beautiful music...George was singing...."You don't realize how much I Need You...love you all the time and never leave you......." I was hypnotized....I walked back out of the studio and pretended I had never heard the song.
Soon enough, 8 o'clock came around and I took the bus to the Ad-Lib. George was waiting out front for me. He took me by the hand, led me inside, and set me down at a table.
"Luv, how about after we have our drinks and such, we go out to a nice late dinner?"
"Sounds great." We talked for a few hours and drank one or two coke-a-ramas. Then, just as he promised he took me out to a wonderful dinner. We drove to his house next, because I really wanted to see his guitar collection. He dragged out Gretsch's and Ricky's and wonderful, wonderful guitars....I watched as his wonderful sexy hands graced the strings and wonderful music came out from the beautiful guitars...god...he was perfect. Before I knew it, it was 12 o'clock midnight. George put the guitar up.
"Emily luv, your hotel curfew was an hour ago...."
"Oh no...."
"Don't spaz, you can stay here...tis a big house."
"Thanks...." I hugged him.
"Anytime." George went into a room and came out with a really long t-shirt. "Can you wear this to bed?"
"Sure!" he gave it to me and we both went into separate rooms to change. He was done before I was, and when I walked into the living room, he was sprawled out on the couch watching the telly.
"Here, 'ave a seat...the late-late movie is on...." He turned to a channel. The "Late-Late movie" turned out to be some corny Three-Stooges thing...
"So let's not watch T.V...."George said, switching it off. "Shall we listen to records?"
"I'd love to."
"Go put on whichever one you want to..." he said motioning to the record rack. I walked over to it and made my pick of a few Elvis 45s and put them on the record player in no particular order. I put the needle on and the first one was "That's Alright Mama" Me and George sang along once again, occasionally stopping and going in to hysterics laughing. The next one was "Love Me Tender". The room got quiet, with the music echoing on the walls. George discreetly moved closer and closer to me. I looked over at him, there was a softness to his eyes. He leaned over and gently locked his lips with mine. That first kiss ended. We never lost eye contact.
"George?"
"Shh...." he said as he leaned forward again. He kissed me more passionately this time and held me close. I let him take over and his tongue slowly invaded my mouth...he tasted so sweet...I was beginning to want him....
His hand began trailing up my thigh until it reached where my skin stopped and the T-shirt began. Suddenly, the 45 switched over and began playing "Dirty Dirty Thoughts". Me and George began giggling and he got up and began walking to the bedroom. I followed obligingly, tempted....and succumbing to his charm. He stood beside the bed and I walked over to him. He kissed me gently and we both just let our legs go limp and fell onto the bed. I pulled him close and kissed him again. George stroked me and pulled the T-shirt off over my head.
"Atta gurl..." he said as I pulled off his pajama trousers rather impatiently. He looked into my eyes and then said said, sort of reluctantly..."I love you"...I hugged him gently and kissed him. "I love you too George...." we carried on with our doings. He pulled off my panties and threw them on the floor.
"Ahh, wow..." he said, visually devouring me and making me really nervous...
"George....George....George!" I whimpered...
"Yeah..mmm? What's up?"
"Can I tell you something?"
"Anythin'!"
"I-I'm..I-I-ive never...."
"You haven't?" I shook my head. "O.k....do you wanna stop?" I shook my head again. "O-o.k...."
"Be gentle"
"I will...." He kissed me and held me tighter. Despite my being a virgin, I did know a little in this department, hopefully enough to suit George. I cupped him with one hand and began pulling on the garter of his underwear with the other. We eventually got his underwear off and I began stroking his full hardness until a drop of his manliness appeared on him. I rubbed it around on him and watched as his breathing quickened and his arms became tighter yet around me...god, this was great. I held him tighter and I wanted to be closer...I wanted more...
"Closer! Closer...." I murmured...
"Shh.. shhh...Lemme take you babe...." he slid a finger into me. I tried my hardest not to begin thrashing around and/or screaming. I actually succeeded at that. He slid a second finger into me. It was beginning to hurt now...but I had to brace myself...I looked at his throbbing aching hardness. God...it seemed so big. But I really did want him. He got on top of me and slid his hands under my hips. I felt his hardness between my legs. He purposely rolled over to get me on top, but we ended up falling off of the bed and onto the soft carpeted floor.
"Ow...George...." I hoarsely said.
"Shh...baby, don't worry...just do it..."
"O-o.k...."
"I understand...we'll be fine....Just hold onta me...."
"Yeah, o.k. George..." I followed his instructions and grasped onto him tightly...he was still on top of me. By this time George was making some rather strange noises for himself. I watched as he struggled to hold himself in........
"Are ye ready darlin? I don't think I can wait...." he said blushing furiously. I nodded my head.
"Go ahead...George..." I braced myself, and he drove himself into me slowly, but wonderfully.
“Ow, George, it hurts….” I said pulling him ever closer.
“I know, I know babe, we can do this…we’ll be okay."
It was rather painful for the first few thrusts from George, but after that the pain melted away into sheer bliss, I moaned and groaned and bucked underneath him...George was still struggling....
"George...go ahead...you can..."
"I can't..."
"Why not?"
"Waiting...for you...to come with me...." he said breathing heavily. Of course that wouldn't take long. With a man like that, I could come at the sight of him. After a few more thrusts my fingers began to tingle and the ecstasy spread through my body. George finally let himself go and the warm fluid spilled into me. George began shuddering...
"Help me, George...." I whispered to him...
"Shh, shhhh.....let everything flow...." George shuddered more violently and held onto me tighter...the convulsions in us both became softer and softer and eventually we laid there in complete exhaustion.
“I love you, George…” I said with all the voice I had left.
“Mmmm, love you too…” George said huskily, as he covered us both up in the blanket that fell off of the bed when we did. George growled and buried his face in my neck. “Don’t leave me….”
“I won’t George….” I said. He reached over and pulled me close, then he fell into a deep, deep sleep.
The next morning we were awoken by the sound of a newspaper hitting and roof.
“d**n, the newspaper boy never hits the porch.” He said laughing.
“Yeah…that was how it was back in the U.S. too,” I said as I watched him get up, wrap a sheet around himself and sit on the bed.
“Luv, c’mere…” he said patting a spot on the bed. I obliged and sat down beside him. “Good morning…” he wrapped his arms around me and gave me the kiss of a lifetime.
“Wow, good morning to you too!” I said. “What was that for?”
“Last night…” George said looking into my eyes. “I never really knew I could actually want sex because I cared about someone, and not because they look good…which you do…by all means you do…it’s just..”
“I understand George…” I giggled a bit.
“Breakfast?”
“Sure…”
“What do ya want? Eggs and Sausage sound good?”
“Yeah…really good.” George and I slipped on bathrobes and walked to the kitchen. George looked in the fridge and pulled out milk, sausage, eggs, bacon, and some cereal.
“Here’s the full monty…now how do I cook all this?”
“Lemme help…” I said laughing. I threw the sausage and the bacon on one skillet, the eggs on the other, and put the milk back in the fridge. I saw there was enough stuff to make rolls, so I began to prepare them.
“THUD” I heard from behind me. George dropped the flour and spilt it all over the floor.
“Oops…” he said blushing.
“Oops…” I said, picking up a handful of flour off of the floor and sent it flying across the kitchen, right onto George.
“Hey!” he said, throwing a handful at me.
We continued our food fight for sometime, at least until the bacon, sausage, and eggs were done. I piled everything onto two plates and me and George ate…a lot…
After we finished our meal we sprawled out on the couch again to watch t.v. The news was on. “Beatles to have hair cut!…” read the big letters on the screen.
“d**n…they’re after us again…” George said, switching the T.V. off
“Who?”
“The press…if we are gonna have a relationship like this, luv, for the sake of you and me, don’t kiss and tell, next thing ya know we might end up on T.V. shaggin’”
“I won’t tell a soul, my lips are sealed.”
“Thanks luv.” George hugged me and gave me a quick kiss.
Suddenly, the phone rang…
“Hullo?” George said. “Umm…yeah, mam, come right over…” George looked at me and motioned to the bedroom to get dressed. I did so and put on my clothes from the day before. George soon followed and put on jeans and a T-shirt.
“Mam’s coming over.”
“She doesn’t mind…me…being here…with you?”
“No, she said she’d love to meetcha!” I smiled and pretty soon George’s mother was at the door. “Hi Mam! Meet Emily…my new girlfriend.” George said with a smile as wide as London.
“Nice to meet you!” she said shaking my hand. “Where are you from?”
“Tennessee…in America.”
“Oh, that’s lovely.” George invited her in and we sat down and talked over a cup or two of Earl Grey. George’s mother soon enough left and me and George were alone on that same couch once again.
“I hope I can meet your mam sometime…”
“George, you can’t…she’s…just…you can’t.”
“Oh c’mon…she’s not THAT bad is she?”
“She passed away…the summer of 59…”
“Oh my god…” I broke up in tears and laid my head on George’s shoulder. “Shh…babe I’m here for ya…If you need anything I’m here…”
“Thanks…I love you George…”
“Love you too…” Little did we know that George’s mother hadn’t walked out the door yet. She was standing in the door frame with her handkerchief out.
“George take good care of that girl…she needs ya…” she said before quickly waving and walking out the door. .
George held me close and whispered sweet nothings into my ear until we were both so bored we couldn’t sit still any longer.
“Mmm, kiss me…” George said huskily. I kissed him and we snogged for about half an hour. I began pulling at the back of George’s shirt.
“No…No babe, not now.” George said pulling away slightly.
“O.k.” He hugged me.
“How long are ye gonna stay in England?”
“I have no idea…I want to stay while longer.”
“You can stay here if you want…”
“Thank you so much!!!”
“Your welcome. Hey, we’ve got a gig tonight…actually…at the Cavern…we’ll have to take a plane to Liverpool and then we’ll take a ride back late tonight. Sound good?”
“Great.”
Pretty soon George drove us to the airport, got on a plane, and it flew us to Liverpool. We took the bus to the Cavern and George showed me his dressing room. Finally, it was time for George to go on stage.
"I love you baby...wish me luck!" George said before giving me a long slow kiss.
"I love you too!" I hugged him and he went onstage. George kept looking my way while he was onstage and once he screwed up on a lick because he was too busy staring. I decided, for the better of the show, to go to the bathroom. After what seemed like years without my love by my side, George got offstage and I met him in his dressing room.
"Luv, it's time to go back to London now...ready to go?"
"More than ready." I took George by the hand and we took the bus back to the airport and back to the plane. We got on and prepared for the ride home. George reached over and kissed me again.
"O.k...there's that softness to his eyes again..." I thought. I wanted him bad. We looked at each other the same way we did on the couch. George got up and headed for the bathroom and I followed, again.
"Luv, I'm sorry...I had to do this...I want you."
"It's o.k. I want you too..." George began undressing me, by pulling off my shirt. I kiss him and cupped him through his jeans and his breathing quickened. He was about ready to take off his trousers when...John walked in.
"You two....O.k..I know how it goes...but wait till we get home for God's sake!" George sighed and began knuckling himself.
"O.k. John..." Me and George went back to our seats and tried our bests to keep our heads for the rest of the flight.
The plane FINALLY landed and me and George ran into the house. George was loosening his tie and I was pulling my skirt off.
“Let’s get to it babe…it felt so good….come on…”
“I’m workin’ on it George…” he tackled me with nothing on but a really loose tie and a shirt on. “George!!” I said pulling him close and still trying to get undressed. Mind you, we were on the living room floor…this was NOT easy. George helped me with my bra, shirt and underwear, and eventually we were lying completely naked…on the other side of the living room. I don’t know how we got over there, but we were all over that house that night.
“Lets try everything tonight, luv…we have a big house…and we are young…let’s see what we can do with ourselves.”
“O.k. George….” George suddenly got up, picked me up, and sat me on the piano. It made an awful noise, but by holding down the mute pedal, George got the noise down. George kneeled on the piano bench and drove his hardness into me.
“Ahh…….” I said as he finally got fully into me…but as soon as he was in, he was out…
“C’mon, luv…not done yet…” he picked me up once again and took me to the kitchen counter. He knocked all the pots and pans away with his elbows and laid me down on the tile…
“Hooohhhhh….” George said as he climbed on top of me and penetrated once again. He instinctively thrusted a few times, but, again, pulled himself out, on the verge of coming. He settled himself down long enough, amazingly, to get us upstairs and to the music room. He laid me down on the soft soundproofing material and began to penetrate me a third time…he suddenly changed his mind and sat me on a stool. He shook his head again. He picked me up, took me out of the music room, back downstairs, out the back door, and jumped into the pool with me….
“Hmmm….” George said. I was breathing heavily, because of the cold water, and because I was aroused beyond belief. George penetrated me again, and began convulsing.
“No…no…NO…not yet…make it last…. Make it last PLEASE make it last…” he mumbled to himself as he exited me again and picked me up, walked up the pool steps and went back inside again.
“What are you looking for?” I whispered to him as he frantically looked left and right, seemingly looking for something.
“The place…the perfect place…for you and me to make love…and I want to make myself last…it feels to good…” George said pulling me closer. I buried my face in his neck and kissed hard, occasionally nibbling and gently biting. I felt George get, believe this, harder with each kiss. He ran upstairs once again and stood me up, although I had to brace up against him because I couldn’t feel my legs, he opened a closet door and he grabbed me and pulled me in, knocking all his suits down, covering us in fabric.
“I can’t wait any longer babe…now…now we can…..” he entered me finally and stayed there. The pain no longer existed. He thrusted and pushed me against the closet wall as he grew to amazing sizes. He started convulsing, reluctantly at first, then he seemed to relax….I began shaking and a few seconds later he spilled into me…causing us both to grab onto each other tighter than ever before.
“I LOVE YOU!” he yelled at the top of his lungs as he spilled everything he had into me, burying his face in my chest and staying there.
“Mmmm…I love you too….” I said as we both fell into a daze. A few minutes passed...probably about an hour...
"George?" I whispered. He was out like a light. Laying on my chest and breathing deeply, he was still hard, but not as hard as when we were wandering around the house doing each other like rabbits. I wrapped my arm around him and fell asleep on the pile of suits in the closet.
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The next morning George woke me up crying.
"George!? What's the matter?" he was sitting beside me holding his head in his hands.
"Baby...." he threw himself onto me and held me close.
"What's the matter, George...tell me, please!"
"I just...I'm guilty for acting like that last night...."
"Don't worry about it George, it was fun!"
"Really?"
"Yeah." I kissed him and he returned it. "But I have one question..."
"Oh?"
"Are we gonna be doing this this often?"
"If ya want to...” George said looking down, slightly grinning.
"O.k..."
"I dunno, what do you want to do?"
"I don’t know about you…but I’m tired…” I said yawning.
“Oh me too. Making love every night is getting ta us.” George said, crawling out of the closet and over to the bed. I followed and we climbed on.
“Mmmm….” He said as he pulled me close. “Sleep…now. We both need it.”
“Yeah.” I snuggled up with him and we cuddled our way to sweet dreams.
A phone ringing awakened us. George reached over and picked up the receiver.
“Hullo?” he said, barely keeping his eyes open.
“Oh…John…yeah, I was asleep. RECORD!?!??! TODAY!?!?!? Alright…I’ll be thur.” George rolled over and gently woke me.
“Babe? Em?” he said as he stroked my cheek.
“Hmm?” I murmured as I opened my eyes to see that beautiful man staring me in the face.
“We have to record today. I don’t know if I can, but I have to…god, I’m tired.”
“You HAVE to go?”
“Yeah, but you can come with me!”
“O.k.” George and I got up, quickly got dressed and ran outside to his Jaguar. George wearily drove to EMI.
“Are you sure you’re o.k.?” I said looking at him with concern.
“Yeah…just…(yawn) tired.” We got out of the car and walked into the studio. The Beatles began recording. I was in awe until….I fell asleep on the mixing board. I was beginning to feel the effects of what me and George had been doing.
“CRASH!!!”
“George?! George are you o.k?” I was awoken by the various voices from around the room. I immediately got up and ran down the stairs to find George flat of his face on the studio floor. He then rolled over and started laughing hysterically.
“George what’s up?” I kneeled down beside him.
“That’s what I get for doing THAT too much…I fell asleep playing, luv…I did that in Hamburg once…”
“Oh my god…” I picked him up in my arms and gave him a big kiss. “You scared me.”
“Sorry ‘bout that…”
“It’s o.k.” He reached up and kissed me. Just then, Ringo walked over.
“George, do you need to go home and get some rest?”
“Yeah..” George said, his voice cracking from exhaustion. George and I climbed back in his Jaguar and drove home. We went straight home, stripped off our clothes, and went to sleep. We slept for 12 straight hours.
George and I woke up entangled in each other. Just holding onto each other tightly, with no intention of letting each other go. George continued pulling me even closer.
“George…George!!” I giggled, holding him too. All of a sudden George started tickling me in the spot he knew would get me, right behind my neck. I began thrashing around laughing hysterically. We eventually got carried away and I ended up laughing myself off of the bed.
More later....