Carnage: Book #1 The Story Of Us (Volume 1)(12)

“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.