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Rihanna’s sister Tisha left after another beer, James collected the empty bottles of beer for the bin and she watched him as he moved. He was handsome, even when he was wearing hooded-jumpers or jeans. She decided to go shower as he cleaned, and went to the bathroom. She turned on the shower, and grabbed a pair of purple leggings and a night-shirt she wore for bed.
Slipping into the shower she washed herself, paying close attention to her curves, breasts, bottom, and thighs with soap. Rinsing herself clean she imagined what James felt like pressed against her when they danced, missing the feeling of his big frame pressed against her and the big tent he possessed.
She bit her lower lip gently and slid her index finger inside her womanhood, moaning and purring as the water cascaded off her into the tub. Her brown, caramel skin shone in the water as she began to slide her finger in and out imagining James’s bigger, thicker cock inside her instead. She knew he was thicker than at least four of her fingers, and fat and thick as a shaft like a sausage.
Rihanna had a small bush around her womanhood, it was healthy and maintained as she stopped shaving herself fully for sex because of Ryan. Slowly she rubbed her clitoris with her fingers, shuddering and shivering at the sensations coursing through her body as she remembered and visualised James behind her sliding deep inside her with his Scottish rod.
“Jamie.” She purred, James had told her that she could call him Jamie which his close friends and family chose to call him the very first day they had met.
Swinging her head left then right, she arched her back against the titled wall of the shower. With her other hand she tweaked, and rubbed her erect nipples as she remembered how he felt pressed into her as they danced. Her bush was wet and glistening around her vagina, and she ran her fingers through it as she touched herself.
Panting she jerked her hips back and forth, thrusting and purring as she felt close to orgasm as she rubbed her clitoris imagined Jamie doing it himself in bed with her. His fingers, his mouth on her breasts, thighs, womanhood and her tight arse. She touched herself harder, faster wanting to explode thinking about him.
“Jamie huh, huh I’m yours.” She gasped, rolling her hips.
Then it came, she exploded as she orgasmed shuddering, shaking and panting as her juices ran down her inner thighs with the water. Rihanna moaned leaning against the tiled wall of the shower.
“God.” She gasped and laughed gently, as she washed herself clean one again.
She dried herself off with the towel, and turned off the shower before dressing in the tight purpled leggings with black panties underneath, and a matching dark-purple night shirt. The leggings clung to her legs, thighs, and ass as she stepped out of the bathroom. Jamie was cleaning the coffee table when he saw her step out of the shower, and he stood to watch her.
James tried his best, but he couldn’t look away. She was beautiful, and he knew it as he saw her long, firm legs encased in the leggings as every turn and twist kept him watching her. His tent grew in his loose, baggy jeans that only helped to show it clearer to Rihanna.
“So, what do you have planned tonight, Jamie?” She asked him, entering the lounge.
He tore his eyes from her legs and body, and spoke.
“No’ much tonight, we can watch a film on Netflix if yer’ like?” He asked her.
Rihanna smiled, and grinned.
“Yeah sure, that would be nice. Haven’t just watched a film with a guy for a while, Ryan didn’t enjoy snuggling on the sofa to watch a film. It was either sex or nothing really.” She told him.
Rihanna settled on the sofa and James sat next to her, grabbing the TV remote and turning on his Smart TV. The television could access Netflix, Amazon Prime and other apps online. He logged into his Netflix account and began to go through the films, when Rihanna gently nudged him and smiled.
“Go change out of your jeans into your shorts or baggy bottoms, get comfortable it’s your place Jamie.” She told him with a warm smile.
James stood and went into his room taking off his jeans and changing into a loose pair of grey bottoms, and his hooded-jumper. He returned and Rihanna was laying on her side on the sofa, her long legs encased in her leggings. The material of her leggings shone in the light of the lounge, making James aroused. He sat down next to her again, as she rested her feet in his lap, she had purple ankle socks on.
James did his best controlling myself as Rihanna gently rubbed her feet against James’s leg and thighs.
“So, what dae’ yer’ wanna watch hen?” He asked her gently going through the movie collection.
Rihanna’s toes touched James’s inner thigh, and move it closer to his growing bulge which he wished he could had hidden.
“I don’t mind, put on anything you want.” She said rubbing her feet against his legs playfully
His bulge was a tent in shape, and firm and big in the baggy, loose bottoms. James chose to put on Sons of Anarchy, one of his favourite manisa escort TV shows. Slowly Rihanna fell asleep as James watched a further two episodes, before turning off the television as it was almost midnight. He turned to her and smiled, she was a goddess to him.
“Come on hen let’s get yer’ tae’ bed.” He told her warmly lifting her sleeping form into his arms and carried her to his bedroom.
He entered his bedroom, using his feet he kicked aside his blanket to lay her on his bed gently so as not to wake her. He pulled the blanket over her and covered her, she slept soundly as he gently kissed his fingertips and placed them on her forehead gently.
“Get some sleep hen, yerve’ earned it.” He said with a smile and turned off his light, and closed his room door behind him unaware Rihanna had woken when he had lifted her into his arms.
She had pretended to sleep to see what James was truly like, and he was indeed a real man and gentleman. Yet she had hoped that maybe he would have touched her, or kissed her but he had been a real man for her. She knew he would be sleeping on the sofa, probably watching TV again and smoking his Weed. She pushed down the blanket around her feet, and felt the wetness between her legs when he had carried her to bed.
She was wet, going through her underwear and leggings. She had wondered if he had seen it, but he hadn’t more concerned about taking her to bed. She slid her hand inside her leggings and felt the warmth, and the wetness she was experiencing. She had felt his bulge touch her as he carried her, her ass was close against his bulge in his bottoms. She had managed to stifle a moan every time the big tent end of his bulge brushed against her ass cheeks encased in the leggings.
At one point the head of his bulge pushed between her buttocks, only the thin leggings and underwear were between her and his cock. Rihanna purred as she slid her index finger inside her womanhood, and began to rub and stroke her clitoris imagining James sliding deep inside her. Suddenly she heard a song from the front room where James was, it was Keri Hilson’s ‘Breaking Point’ and she thought about Ryan and how he never deserved her. James had protected her, made her feel cared for and for nothing in return. He was a real man, a good man and she had indeed a breaking point in her relationship with Ryan. Had James not come, perhaps she had indeed been beaten up by the scum that was Ryan, she would have found a way to escape after that night.
There was a limit to Rihanna’s love, and Ryan had reached her limit. She would have escaped, even perhaps used a weapon to escape his abuse before she would pack a bag and leave for Tisha’s home in West London, getting a bus early in the morning when Ryan would usually go to the Jobcentre to sign onto benefits, before buying drink and Weed, but it was usually Ryan who was an animal and not his vices to blame. He was the monster in disguise, because James drank and smoked Cannabis and yet he fought like a bear against Ryan to protect her.
He just hurt her, made her feel worthless and yet James encouraged her to be who she was. To go for any achievement she wanted in life, to be strong, feisty, independent but loving to her man. She had attempted to forgive Ryan, but after tonight she had to get out before he killed her. But she did not want James to kill Ryan for her, she did not want him to go to prison and for her to lose him.
Rihanna wanted James in her life, he would show regret if he ever hurt her and she knew that from his personality. More than anything else of his urges, he had put her to bed and treated her like a queen. He cared for her, and she felt that was love. He cared for her and yet left it to Rihanna to decide what to do and how she felt. But as she purred once more, she thought about the idea that perhaps he did not feel the same way for her.
What if he cared for her as only a friend, if he was helping her because he was in fact a good and caring man? She shuddered at the thought, was she getting ahead of herself here? She didn’t know how James felt about her, and then it worried her to be contemplating confessing her strong, powerful, urge and love for him already. What if he didn’t feel the same way about her? It could destroy their friendship, a friendship she knew could be for life.
Rihanna then decided to not confess her feelings to James, out of fear of losing their good friendship. She tried to sleep, but it eventually took her twenty minutes of agonising thoughts and sadness before she fell asleep from the long day.
A Week Later
Rihanna had been staying with James for a few days, and the pair had become more comfortable around one another. Today Rihanna had gone to see her mother Claire and father Marcus, her sisters Tisha and Alesha were also over with their brother Tony for a family meal. Claire had been hounding her for the last four days to attend a family meal at their home, wanting to know about what had happened between her and Ryan.
James was working kütahya escort that night, a night-shift on the club doors in East London. She worried about him working night-shifts as a bouncer, she knew since meeting him that the firm he worked for did sometimes cut corners and put only James and another doorman on bars and clubs with beer gardens, and too many punters for just the two of them.
Some nights she knew he had had to fight for his life against a drunk or a gang or drunks, but tonight James was on a club that she knew about that employed at least a dozen doormen as it was a big club. So she knew he had backup tonight, if he needed it. She was wearing a black skirt, and purple blouse with grey pantyhose and ankle boots.
Her hair was now in curls that framed her face, and features. She was helping her mother with the dinner in the kitchen, bringing in plates and dishes of food for the main dinner table.
“Mom God I am telling you the truth of it.” Rihanna attempted to convince her mother of Ryan’s guilt, and James’s innocence.
“You don’t have to lie, if he’s making you say these things tell me.” Claire said trying to calm her daughter, unaware of her accusing manner was just pissing off Rihanna.
Her father was more calm, relaxed and willing to listen and of course he too knew the truth of how Ryan truly was with her. It was her mother who believed the crap and lies Ryan had told her, charming her.
Finally, Rihanna stormed out of the kitchen to put out the dinner with her sister Alesha, as Tisha was watching the TV with their dad Marcus and brother Tony.
Alesha was the eldest of her sisters, with Tisha the youngest and Rihanna the middle child after Tony who was older than her by two years.
“Fuck she just does my fucking head in Alesha.” Rihanna told her sister, slamming down a bowl of steamed vegetables.
Alesha wearing a summer dress, and her dark hair in a ponytail putting her hand on her sister’s shoulder.
“Don’t let her get to you, come on it’s not good for you. So, tell me about him, what’s James doing tonight?” Alesha asked her sister.
Rihanna turned to her sister with a smile.
“Working, on the doors up in East End tonight. Won’t be finished until two or three in the morning.” Rihanna told her sister.
Alesha smiled knowingly turning to her sister.
“Oh, so that’s why you agreed to come for dinner, he’s not home for you to cuddle up with.” Alesha said playfully teasing her with a grin.
Rihanna blushed.
“No, I wanted to see you all.” She said smiling, meaning it since she hadn’t seen her family in weeks as her relationship with Ryan deteriorated.
Alesha helped her sister get another bowl of mashed potatoes from the kitchen and placed it on the dinner table.
“So, when will we get to meet him?” Alesha asked Rihanna.
Rihanna smiled.
“Soon, don’t worry. You’ll like him, he’s a good guy.” Rihanna said with a chuckle as she arranged the cutlery on the table for everyone.
But Alesha’s smile wavered, as she looked at her younger sister.
“He doesn’t know how you feel, does he?” She asked her Rihanna simply.
The question surprised her, even Alesha knew how she felt about James and that it wasn’t just friendship growing here. It was what she thought about last night, maybe he didn’t have the same feelings as she did for him, and she could destroy their friendship. But Rihanna couldn’t answer her, as it made her feel out of breath for a second at the thought.
“You’re falling for him, aren’t you?” Alesha asked her sister now looking at only her, as the television in front room was audible in the background.
Rihanna pushed a strand of hair over her ear which was a sign the question made her uncomfortable.
“Even if I am I don’t want to destroy what friendship we have growing here, he’s never asked for anything from me Alesha. He did what he did out of just wanting to kick the fucking shit out of Ryan for me. He saved me that night, and yes, I am falling for him. Because he came for me, he didn’t care about the risk he just came for me. He did what a real man fucking should do, and he never waited for me to say what to do, he just did it. I love him, and I know this will get harder and probably unbearable eventually but it’s worth keeping our friendship.” Rihanna told her sister, deflated with her smile gone.
“Not telling him isn’t the answer here Rihanna, that will only make it worse for you when he goes off with someone else; someone he could meet tonight out on those doors and you’re fine seeing them together as you still stay at his place. What if the friendship gets strained, and then he’s asking you to find your own place when he moves on with someone else. Rihanna, you know this ain’t the way to deal with this. You want to prove mum wrong, tell him how you feel and make a go of it. You’d have to be silly to think this happened for any other reason than fate, I mean you couldn’t fucking make it up. It’s a fucking romcom going on here, with some drama. He was there for you, but he won’t malatya escort be there forever waiting for you to tell him how you feel.” Alesha made her case, hoping her sister saw sense but before either could say anything else there was a cheer from the lounge.
Tisha, Tony and Marcus were cheering on a goal Manchester United had gone against Liverpool. Claire was an Irish Catholic woman from Dublin who moved to Manchester, and then to London in the mid-1980’s where she met Marcus. Their relationship was turbulent for the period, many disagreeing or outright speaking out against interracial relationships. The stares, and insults both received from people was hard but they persevered having four children together.
Their relationship was strong, and it was the driving force in how Rihanna felt about James. She wanted him, in the same way but in a more tolerant world. But she didn’t know if he felt the same way about her.
“Get them told to get the game off, and get in here. Dinner is ready.” Claire shouted from the kitchen to her daughters.
Alesha smiled and went into the lounge to relay their mother’s message. Alone for a moment, she thought about what Alesha had said but again feared losing his friendship if he did not reciprocate her feelings. She thought about what James was doing now, if he was safe and if he was thinking about her.
Elsewhere that night, East-London, Horizon Nightclub
James was feeling the cold, it was coming into winter now and it was bitterly cold at night on the doors. Wearing his long trench coat, leather gloves, iron white shirt, clip-on tie and his SIA license, for private security in the UK. He had his radio clipped on his belt, as he stood outside on the pavement at the front door of club with three other bouncers overseeing the queue to get into the venue. He was with a female bouncer; Jessica and two other bouncers. But it was Jessica that James was friends with outside of this shift, they worked together on doors regularly and enjoyed working together.
Jessica was a petite, black woman from Manchester with beautiful long braids that were tied into one ponytail for safety. In her late twenties, she had met James in work, and hit off a friendship.
Standing in her own suit coat, tight work trousers and work boots for safety and protection she smiled listening to James talk about Rihanna.
“So, you kicked the shit out the prick then, thank fuck. I’m surprised she’s staying with you, at your place.” She said as she waved in a young blonde girl who had queued up for almost an hour already.
James waved in a young guy who had gone out to have a cigarette, and was returning.
“I wanted tae’ make sure she could get her stuff from the bastard. Am’ no’ letting him take advantage of her, or hold any of her things from her nae’ chance. Besides the wee bastard knows now no’ to come near her, or my front door. Rihanna’s at her maw’ an’ da’s place to have a family meal together.” He told Jessica.
Jessica had liked James for weeks, almost three months since first meeting. He had protected her from guys who tried to hassle her at work, and some who tried to go even further who James dealt with. Like Rihanna, she hadn’t told James how she felt not since breaking up with her own ex-boyfriend a few weeks before they met. Like Rihanna, she worried about losing their friendship and since they met Jessica planned to tell James how she felt about him.
She wanted to be with him, be together, what he did for her she wondered how much more loving and caring he would be for her if she were his girlfriend. Smiling as she waved a young couple who had only moments earlier been snogging each other near a dark corner of the street now returned to the club.
Suddenly there was a crash of glasses from inside the club, and barked orders from the manager that there was a fight on the busy, packed dance floor over the radio. James and Jessica both turned halting the queue, and grabbing their radios.
“Shit stay here Jess, I’ll go in an’ deal with it.” He told her leaving her on the door, as he and the other two male bouncers went into the club.
Inside the club on the dance floor three guys were fighting, two on one and they were picking up chairs and tables to throw at one another. A pair of women were screaming, as the men fought each other around them as their dispute moved to the corner of the club’s dancefloor. James moved fast with the other bouncers grabbing all three men, two other bouncers on the dance floor assisted to eject the three men from the club.
James manhandled a man in his thirties, who looked worse for wear from the fight as he had fought solo against the other two. Regardless it didn’t stop the man from swinging for James, and he was forced to put the man in an arm lock to march him out of the club.
Suddenly more of the guy’s friends began to follow the bouncers outside, three of the ejected men’s friends intervened and attempted to stop the ejections. A brawl ensued, as James tried his best to get to his radio to call for more back-up to the rear fire exit. James was struck in the face with fists, and a kick to his chest that sent him flying down the corridor, he wheezed and sat up wiping blood from his face and nose. He had a burst lip, and bloody nose.
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