The Story Of Us - Jones Lesley (читать книги бесплатно полностью без регистрации сокращений txt) 📗
“Fuck off, fuck off! Did you see? Did you? She fucking licked him, I’ll fucking kill the slut!” I try to get up off the table they have sat me on but they hold me down.
“Where is he? Sean… Where is he?” I’m screaming now, beyond hysterical. Lennon slaps me, hard across the face and I stop dead in my tracks for a split second, then I really let lose, I kick him, claw him, bite, slap and punch him.
“Don’t touch me. Fuck off, I saw you, I fucking saw you. Why didn’t you tell me? She’s my best friend. Why wouldn’t either of you tell me you fuckers?”
The door flies open as the room turns silent. Sean, he’s here, he’s all I want, the rest can fuck off.
“Georgia… What the fuck do you think you’re doing? Why, why did you do that?”
“She licked you.”
I feel quite calm now that Sean’s here. He looks anything but.
“Lots of girls lick me or kiss me or try to. It doesn’t mean anything. There’s hair everywhere out there, you can’t do that G, there’s always gonna be girls, women, fans that do shit like that. You can’t just beat them up.”
What? I shrug my shoulders, more than a little pissed off now that he seems to be taking her side.
“What if that was me? What if someone did that to me, would you just let them? Would you just do nothing?”
“No… of course I wouldn’t but you’re not in a band G.”
“So because you are, I just have to leave it? I just have to stand there like a complete cunt and let girls do that to you?”
“That’s enough George!” Lennon shouts from beside me, him and Marley had been so quiet that I had forgotten they were there.
Sean walks toward me. “It’s just part of it babe. It doesn’t mean anything, it’s just part of what we do, I don’t kiss them back, it doesn’t mean anything but they’re our fans and we have to put on a show. You can’t do that, you just can’t do that.”
He kisses my cheek and my hair and I calm down a little bit, but I’m not sorry, I look up as Jimmie comes flying through the door.
“Fucking hell George, you ripped half the hair out of her head!” I stare at her blankly, it all goes quiet.
“You,” Marley says, I look up, not sure who he’s talking to. It’s Jimmie.
“You and him… ” He gestures with his chin to Len. “All this fucking time and you’ve been with him!”
“Marl,” Jim, Lennon and Sean all say at the same time.
Sean, Sean knew and didn’t tell me? Marley looks at Sean.
“You knew too? You knew what was going on and didn’t tell me?”
“No… I didn’t know… Not for sure.”
“What does that mean?” Marley and I both ask at the same time.
“I watched them… How, they were with each other. I thought that something was going on, but I didn’t know.”
“Why didn’t you say something?’ Marley asks him.
“No… I wouldn’t do that. What if I was wrong, think of the trouble it might have caused between you two? You’re brothers; I wouldn’t do that to ya’s”
Sean had had a complicated upbringing, his Mum had left his Dad when he was small, she had packed up their things and ran away in the middle of the day with Sean while his Dad was at work, she had taken Sean and left. With Sean’s Dads brother! Sean had never seen his Dad again, he had an idea that his Dad had come looking for them and had gotten pretty close, he had attended three different primary schools and was now at his second secondary school. Part of the reason he spent so much time at our house is because he hated his Step dad come Uncle with a passion, he was seven when his Mum left his Dad and over the years he’d worked out exactly what had gone on and he was angry, angry with his Mum and Uncle, angry with his Dad for not finding him and angry with himself for caring.
Lennon looked around at all of us.
“Look, I’m sorry. We’re sorry, we wanted to tell everyone but we were scared. I’m eighteen; she’s just turned fourteen. It don’t look good, it don’t look right.”
“That’s ‘cos it ain’t.” Marley shouted. “It’s fucking wrong, she’s a kid, she’s a fucking kid.”
“I’m not a fucking kid and I love him. You’re my two best friends, of course I wanted to tell ya’s but we… we were scared. I’m sorry George, I’ve nearly told ya so many times but I was just scared.”
We all stand and look at each other; the boys are due back on stage any minute and haven’t even had a drink yet.
“Well you should have told us. That’s all I’m saying.” I give Jimmie and then Lennon a cuddle. Marley storms out without saying a word.
“Fuck… I need a beer,” Sean states.
“Go, get back on stage, I will bring you one.” Sean brings his eyes down to meet mine.
“Are you gonna behave now G? Can I trust you not to beat up any more of the audience?”
I shrug. “As long as they keep their hands, lips and tongues to themselves… I’ll be fine.”
He shakes his head at me, kisses me hard on the mouth, then says against my temple. “Show us your tits G.”
Lennon and Jimmie have gone to the bar to get the band a drink, we’re in the little back room by ourselves and I don’t hesitate. I let him step away from me, then pull up my Rolling Stones t-shirt and favourite pink bra and flash him my tits as I slide off the table and stand and face him.
“Fuck G. Fucking hell.”
He stands right in front of me, his knees slightly bent, bringing him down lower and looks rapidly between my eyes and my now completely exposed boobs. I watch a nerve twitch on the left side of his jaw and his Adam’s apple moves rapidly as he swallows continuously, he licks his lips. I stand and stare while his hand comes up very slowly. He looks at me, seeking approval, I give the slightest of nods, he cups my boob and brushes his thumb over my nipple.
“O… O Georgia,” he breathes heavily when he speaks, we hear a noise outside the door and I pull my top down rapidly and we step apart.
Billy’s head appears around the door. “C’mon Maca, we’re waiting for ya.”
“Fuck off I’m coming.”
The door slams behind him and Sean and I lock eyes. “Literally G. I’m literally coming in my pants. That was a weeks’ worth of waking material there.”
He pulls me in and kisses me. “I love ya Georgia Rae, come and dance by the stage so I can see your tits bounce, but don’t hit anyone.”
I leave that back room, heading for the stage, with Sean’s arm slung over my shoulder, feeling like the happiest girl on the planet.
That Christmas still rates as one of the happiest of my life; Sean buys me a beautiful silver necklace. It’s a pair of angels wings, joined in the middle with a letter G, I love it and will treasure it forever.
In the February half term of 1983, Sean and I come back from the shops to find my house and the summer house empty; my parents were away in Tenerife, I was allowed to stay home because Marley and Lennon were here, my eldest brother Bailey has moved into a new house in Romford with his girlfriend Donna and they phone every night to make sure I’m home and that there are no wild parties going on. Sean throws himself down on my bed why I put a tape on my portable boom box that I got for Christmas. When I turn around and look at him, he’s leaning back on his elbows, running his tongue along his bottom lip.
“Show us your tits G.”
I put my hands on my hips and look at him for a while. I’m wearing a vintage looking Marlon Brando t-shirt. It’s Marley’s but I love it, because it’s too big I’ve tied it in a knot at my hip and paired it with my jeans and a pair of Dr Martin boots. I like girly clothes but I’m surrounded by boys so I like a lot of what they wear too. I stand facing Sean with my hands at my side and swallow hard, I’ve left my boots at the door so I unbutton my jeans, slide them off my hips and kick them off. Without pausing for breath, I pull my t-shirt over my head and take off my bra; Sean is sitting upright now, his hands gripping the edge of the mattress, his eyes are as wide as saucers. I take two steps toward him and stand between his legs. His eyes slowly make their way up my body and I watch as they move side to side as he looks at each of my breasts, his tongue darts out and over his lips again. He puts his hands on my hips and very slowly slides them up my body, when they get level with my boobs, he cups them in each hand and rubs his thumbs over each of my nipples, he pulls me further toward him and takes the left one in his mouth and sucks it, his eyes looking up at mine all the while. I am shaking so badly, I just hope he can’t feel it as he holds on to me.
