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**1979**
don’t ask how i ended up at paul’s place because i wouldn’t be able to give you an answer. i just did and that’s pretty much it. it was late at night, around 02:00. nothing was happening so don’t get ideas. we were just sitting in front of each other in front of the wooden table, drinking red wine and discussing various topics that seemed interesting to us.
“well, i invited her, but she didn’t come so her loss…” he shrugged his shoulders as he took a sip of the wine and looked it in the glass.
“yeah, but i never thought i would see you get bailed on anytime in my life because of how many girls around the world swoon over ye, mccartney.” i played with my wine, rolling it around the glass walls.
“me neither! i was called one of the sexiest men during the sixties for a reason!- he threw his arm to the side making everything seem exaggerating.
“paul, it’s 1979, you’re 37, not 27 anymore.” i leaned back in my chair, having a little smirk on my face because of my teasing.
“are you calling me bloody unattractive?” he slammed his hand on the table, not in an aggressive way, he knew i was making fun of him so he was just playing along.
“no... i didn’t say that that came out of your mouth! all im saying, paul, “ i suddenly stood up and started walking towards on of the windows and turned to face him, “is that you can’t go bragging around a thing that happened 10 years ago!”
he hummed and soon stood up and walked next to me to look out the window with the wine glass in his hand.
“would you bail on my date?”
i was taken a bit back by his question because it was unexpected. i didn’t know what to answer to be honest because i did look at paul in a slightly different way than he did at me. i always found him.... alluring. but never told a soul about it.
“no. i wouldn’t.”
“why?” i leaned my head to the side in confusion because of his question. “just curious what? can’t ask a friend?” he turned to me and gave me one of his known smiles.
we both were quiet for a bit.
“you’re very nice to talk to about... anything.. i have to admit.” i looked into his hazel eyes and then out the window into the city lights of London. until a couple of minutes later i felt his finger on my chin forcing me to turn to face him. which was definitely going to be a challenge.
a second later there he was, closer to my face than usual, his beautiful velvety-looking hair, slightly arched eyebrows, horribly long eyelashes, hazel eyes darted right into mine.
i can’t tell how long we stayed in that position but during it at least i felt a click. i wasn’t sure if paul did but i was ready to jump on his lap and admire all of him. as i was mentally drooling over pauls features, i caught him looking at my lips? dont know if i was dreaming or i had sudden hallucinations.
to make sure i wasn’t imagining anything, i took a quick sip of my wine and he flinched back a little.
so he was leaning in! i wasn’t a schizophrenic.
“Want to go on top of the roof? you can see the lights better up there” he seemed awkward? for the first time in my bloody life, i saw paul mccartney nervous.
“sure why not? let me just grab the coats so we woul-”
“no need!” and with that he grabbed my hand like the 37-year-old teenager he was and dragged me away.
we reached the top and sat on the roof carefully to not fall. i decided to keep my slight distance from paul as i always did to not make anything weird. Even though we were outside in the open world i started to feel surrounded by the heavy tension like it was strangling me.
we sat quietly sipping our wine which seemed like it never ended to me. keeping me there. with paul. i started to get cold because london in the autumn was starting to get chilly and i was wearing only a sweater. at least it isn't raining. i thought because usually during the autumn london was rainy almost every day.
“paul, i’m cold. can we go in-” i said as i hugged myself for warmth.
“come here,” he said with a low but sweet voice and opened his arms.
“wha- oh okay!” i knew i had no choice but listen to paul and shifted into his arms. it was warmer a bit but my feet were still bloody freezing. “y’know what? let’s go inside it’s bloody cold. you were right.”
eventually, we both safely got back in the room and sat in front of a fireplace to get warmer. suddenly he stood up leaving me sitting.
“you want a cuppa tea?”
“paul, i think you know if you make me a cup, i’m never finishing the wine.” i looked up at him playing with my glass a little.
“oh okay, so then i’m gonna bring more wine,” he smirked and went away into a room weirdly i haven't been. a couple of seconds later i heard a huge crash.
“PAUL! you okay there?? im coming to check!” i started to stand up but quickly sat back down when i was met with a silly smile from paul.
“found it!” he leaned in the doorway and quickly rushed over to the fireplace near me. he sat back down, opened the wine bottle and started to pour it into the glasses.
“i thought you bloody fainted there!” i chuckled as paul handed my almost full glass back to me.” thank you.”
“no, no! me fainting? never! did you get hit by a rock to think such a thing, im too strong to faint.” he started to flex his almost ‘nonexistent’ biceps, trying to act like he was a heavy-lifter and i just giggled like a schoolgirl. “so anyway, now that we have so much wine we have to talk till we end it!” he joked as he ended his little act and turned into a sassy girl.
“oh god, i hope not!” i rolled my eyes playfully.
“is it that horrible with me?” of course i started laughing and shaking my head. after we calmed down he asked me. “but seriously we haven’t talked about you, we only talked about my bailed love life. are you seeing anyone?”
“oh give me the whole bottle if you want to know about that.” i chuckled as i leaned towards the bottle to reach it but had no plan of grabbing it. to be honest i didn’t know whether to lie to him or tell the truth but its paul. he’ll see right through me anyway. “uhhhh.. no? im not looking.. i think? i mean it would be nice to have someone by my side y’know, but at the same time, i don’t feel like looking around for anyone either. it seems too emotionally frustrating.” i looked down at my wine glass realising that i started ranting without really wanting to. “sorry, for rambling about my existential crisis. didn’t mean to do that.” i laughed it off. when i lifted my eyes to face paul, i was met with a warm smile from him which i have to admit made me feel at ease and drew me closer to him.
“it’s okay, i understand, that can happen to anyone.” he came closer and put his arm around me to sort of engage in a hug. i would usually move slightly away from him but in this case, i shifted closer also and even let my head rest on his shoulder. to my surprise, paul started to play with my hair. then i felt a fixed gaze on me and turned to him. again. there he was in all his beauty. right in front of me. so close i could feel his breathing. i swear to god i was ready to drop dead right and there because of this man.
none of us said anything just looked at each other eye to eye. both keeping the contact almost as if we were challenging each other to see who will last longest. paul’s eyes suddenly went to my lips and his hand to my cheek which he started to caress very gently almost like it was about to shatter.
and soon it happened. our lips touched in a fragile and loving way. nothing need to be said. the tension went away. it all felt right. it felt like everything fell into places. as soon as the kiss started it all ended as both me and paul ran out of the oxygen in our lungs and had to separate.
“do you regret it?” he asked as we caught our breaths but still stayed in the same close position.
“what?” i laughed slightly.
“this kiss.” he looked more serious than he was the whole evening.
“oh! no, not at all! actually, im glad it happened.” i smiled and pure relief in pauls eyes appeared with a huge smile.
“then i don’t think you will regret if i do this.” and with that, he kissed me again but this time in a different way. the kiss felt sensual and more intoxicating than the first kiss. my hands went to cup paul’s cheeks, rushing and trying to get the hold of him as if it was our last meeting.
as we were intensively snogging i felt paul’s hands gently hold me by my waist and slowly rise upwards but before he reached my breasts he stopped.
“may i?” i just eagerly nodded so he could continue. he had me under his spell and stupidly i was ready to give it all away without a doubt.
his hands continued travelling across my body. reaching my chest, shoulders, then going down my back. he later started to lift my sweater off me forcing us to stop kissing for a second.
i swear this man is a drug.
when i was only sitting in my bra, i decided to lay down on the carpet because i thought paul had the idea of doing this here, in front of the fireplace but i was wrong.
“what are you doing?” he let out a laugh while looking at me laying.
“what? im laying down! can’t you see!” i said somewhat dumbfounded.
“you think i want to break your back on this hard floor?” he smirked as straddled over my legs and leaned over me on his hands.
“i mean we’re on a carpet so it’s not that ba-”
“yeah no. that’s not happening, darling.” paul suddenly lifted me up from the ground and threw me lightly in the air causing me to squeak and straddle him out of the fear of dropping down. then paul carried me to the same window we both looked out from earlier and gently put me on the window stool continuing to kiss all over my body.
“a bloody window stool?” i smiled and giggled a bit as i was unbuttoning his shirt.
“the bed is too far away also the risk of people seeing how i fuck you is great fun.” he lowly growled almost like in a whisper into my neck. i have to admit hearing him like that against me made my knees weak.
just when i thought the pleasure couldn’t get any better, paul thought it would be a great idea to tease. he slowly peeled my leggings off of me while keeping eye contact.
“ye still don’t wear knickers. i like that.” he started drawing his fingers very lightly around my thighs with each circle closer to my heat. “also very wet, kitten, not surprised but didn’t think you like me this much.
“what do you mean by still?” i couldn’t help but tease him.
the contact between his fingers and my thighs was so delicate that i wouldn’t even call it a touch. i knew paul was trying to get complete control over me with his little gesture (i only know because i’ve seen paul be with his other girlfriends before) i decided to ruin his plan just for a bit and took his hands, placed them on my waist, cupped his face and slid down his pants with my feet only leaving him with pent-up boxers. he tried looking down to see what was happening but i didn’t let him making him groan slightly in response.
“no, no, no, darling, no looking!”
“y’know, you’re going to regret doing that. i thought of going easy on you but y’see bad girls don’t get treated nice.” he said bringing his face closer to mine but not letting our lips collide on purpose. “they get punished.” he looked from my lips to my eyes as he said the last word and showed me closer to him so i could feel his boner even more. i was a bit surprised how i didn’t fall off because if he would’ve drawn me a bit stronger i would’ve flown off the window stool to the floor. but suddenly my mind went blank as i felt a warm hand push my knickers to the side and start to play with my heat eventually. i couldn’t help but whimper and occasionally let out little yelps. i leaned my back onto the window glass with my hands trying to cling onto the straight wall to not give paul the whole satisfaction just yet.
it was a whole new sensation to feel and have paul this way. never thought i would because of our age difference and past differences.
the pleasure was getting unbearable for me with the rate that paul was penetrating me and soon i came. completely out of breath, i felt my body sink into relaxation. paul had a pleased smirk knowing he accomplished what he wanted to and cupped my face in order to start a heated make-out session. and boy he did. long, slightly rough, hungry but passionate. it felt like none of us wanted to stop. during our little snog, i pulled paul’s boxers down to see out of the corner of my eye his prick bounce up and hit his stomach. seeing it aroused awoke something in me and i started to stroke him slowly. earning a choked out a groan from him. mission complete. i thought. and then continued stroking him.
couple of strokes later he pushed himself away.
“stop, stop, stop. you’re going to make me cum!” he shot big eyes at me and then pulled his boxers completely down and kicked them away.
“that’s how it should be! it means i’m doing a great job!” i flicked my eyelashes and gave him an innocent smile.
“you see, love, you’re only partially right. i’m not like those other guys who don’t know how to please a woman. i can cum only then when i know that i made you cum.” he leaned to whisper in my ear. “twice.” and with that he spread my legs, slowly entered me and stopped, keeping his prick inside as he held me by my ass. my back arched a little and i fell onto him. throwing my arms over his shoulders and letting my head in his neck.
“could you wait a little?” i asked him, not looking at him to spare me some embarrassment as i tried to get used to him. “i’ve done only a few times...” he tightly hugged me playing with my hair.
“of course, love. just give me a sign when you’re ready.” i felt bad for holding him off like that but a couple of breaths later i got used to the feeling.
“move.” i said breathily. paul started to slowly thrust into me. there was slight pain at first but soon it was replaced by immense pleasure. when he saw me start to enjoy this more and more, he began picking up his pace.
“Paul! a-a-almost!” i moaned.
“Right there?”
he started to hit spots i only knew existed but were never touched and it sent me away into space. i couldn’t help but moan and call paul’s name out which made him smirk and he started to ram into me even harder and faster. scratching his back with my nails because of the pleasure wasn’t doing it anymore, so i dived my hands into his sexy hair that was all muffled up.
“oh, darling, why- *ugh* didn’t we- *ugh* do this earlier?” he said in his now even more scouse accent in between his groans, not slowing down at all. how did he manage to still go like that? i have no clue! he was bloody 37, but he shagged like a 20-year-old. i guess if you’re born a man-whore, you’re a man-whore ‘till death.
soon i started to feel a knot tie in my body, but i wasn’t the only one who was close to releasing as i felt Paul twitch inside me.
“Paul, i’m going to come!” * to be honest, don’t know why i told him that, you clearly see how unexperienced in sex i am.*
“Ho-Hold it, kitten! Just a- awh fuck¡- little!” He said as he started to give his all and drew his hand to rub me. *this bloody man. he tells me to hold it and then pleasures me even more. hate him.* I managed to hold myself from coming, don’t know how but i did. holding it in felt a bit funny but suddenly i was brought back by paul’s voice.
“come.” he whispered.
“What?!”
“come Maria! for fucks sake!” he shouted as i felt his seed fill me and because of the hotness, i orgasmed myself throwing my head back, arching my back and groaning. Paul gave the last few thrusts to *i guess* keep his seed in.
after both finishing we stayed in the same hug pose with me sitting on the window stool, just breathing heavily, resting from the sex, letting the liquid spill out of me.
“Would you mind if i carried you to the bathroom, so you could clean up a little.. wouldn’t want you to get hurt or fall down or something.” Paul suddenly said softly. i nodded, not having the energy to speak. i felt knackered. it was probably around 03:00, that didn’t help much either. also, i had to drive a car home. don’t know how will i do it.
we reached the bathroom and i asked paul to let me down which he was hesitant to do.
“you sure you’re alright?”
“yes, paul, i’ll be fine.”
“you don’t want me helping you in the shower? like holding you a little?”
“paul, for god’s sake i didn’t break a leg, just let me shower.” i groaned and rolled my eyes at him.
“geez, okay!” he threw his hands in the air in defence. “no need to hide i’ve seen it all, by now.” he mumbled quietly as he left and closed the door.
“Hey! I heard that!” i shouted loudly from the shower.
**after cleaning up**
after i stepped out of the shower i realised all my clothes were in the other room. i quietly opened the bathroom door and called for the man-whore.
“paul?”
“yes?”
“could you be a dear and give me my clothes?” i asked him.
“awh, no! i was planning on keeping them.” he joked as he gathered all my clothes from around the room and handed them to me. i quickly jumped back into my clothes and left the room. i found paul speaking on the phone. **
“it’s your best friend!” he whisper shouted as he covered the ringer.
“what is she saying?” my eyes suddenly felt like they could pop out my head.
“she’s asking where are you? because she can’t reach you.” he said with a little smirk on his face. “she needs for someone to pick her up from the gas station.
“tell her i’m sleeping! but that you’ll call me to wake me up and i’ll come for her!” i whisper shouted as i started getting my shoes and coat.
**yeah, don’t worry, i’ll call her to wake her up and she’ll come to get you!**
while paul was ending the call i managed to finish dressing up. i looked at the mirror to fix myself a little and then gave him a little wave. as i was ready to leave, he called for me.
“Maria! Not even a kiss on the cheek!” he chuckled and i without any teasing *since i tried to get to my car quick* ran towards him, got on my tippy toes and gave him a peck on the cheek. and with that, i left.
**the same day, around 11 in the morning**
“good morning you club sucker!” i kicked the door open entering my best friend’s room with a cup of water.
she woke up groaning and touching her head, because of the drinks she had yesterday. “Gosh, i’m never mixing whiskey with other drinks ever again. my head is pounding.”
i laughed at her in a teasing manner. seeing her struggle with hangovers was better than any comedy show i’ve seen i swear. i sat next to on the bed and gave the glass of water i’ve brought.
“here’s some water! now tell me how was your night!”
she chugged the water and then got comfortable in her bed again. ‘Well, it was fun, i met a couple of guys. and we had a blast. then i decided that it was enough clubbing for me tried to bloody call you, that clearly didn’t work and then i called paul who managed to force you to come and get your best friend.” she rolled her eyes at the end of the sentence, clearly joking. “oh yeah, and when i was walking to the gas station i saw a bloody couple shag on the window stool!” i froze. hoping she didn’t recognize me. it could be some other couple people shagging right? “i didn’t recognize them, but they were really going at it!” i was quiet. i was scared to say anything in case she figured it out. “maybe it was you shagging in that place, that’s why you didn’t answer me!” she hit me with her elbow and i gave her a sheepish smile with a fake laugh.
“oh no! c’mon y’know me! i don’t talk to anyone! so no sex for me! i don’t have anyone to shag with.” i awkwardly laughed.
“what about paul? he’s a pretty lad and you both get along quite nicely.” at this point i turned away looking out the window at the sun.
“are you mental? god no! Paul is way older than me, so he wouldn’t even look at me and i think he’s dating someone.” i lied to her. i hated talking about paul with her after our little trivago, in case i slipped up because everything was replaying in my head.
“really? wouldn’t he have told us that?” she said in huge surprise. “he tells us usually everything in his love life.”
“well, uhh.... maybe he wanted to keep that private.”
‘i’m going to ask him about it when we see him”
“no-” and there she went. She jumped out of the bed and left me alone in the room with my own thoughts and beautiful memories.