Paul #2
Paul Imagine - 1968
For PaulieMaccaLover
Admit it - the one thing people will go to crazy lengths for - will do anything for - is love. Yes, anything.
***
The phone rang just as you walked inside the house, and you nearly dropped your groceries in your haste to grab it. Maybe it would be him.
Maybe... maybe...
"Hello?" You replied breathlessly.
"Y/N!" The voice of your best friend greeted you cheerfully. "How are you doing?"
Dang it, why couldn't it have been him?
"I'm fine John, but would you give me a moment to put my groceries down?"
You put the phone on the table without waiting for a reply, and hurriedly put your bags on the counter before rushing back to the phone and picking it back up again.
"All right, I'm back love."
"Swell! Listen, I was wondering if you'd come to a party at my house tonight."
You paused for a minute. Lately, John had really been getting into drugs, and you knew his party would be filled with them. That was not something you wanted to get in to...
Sensing your hesitation, John sprung into action. "C'mon, love, he'll be there..." he cooed. "And at a party, every one gets a little more loose, a little more free, thanks to the acolhol, and - er, other stuff, yeah?"
Damn John and his knowledge of your sweet spot. No, not the acolhol. Him. A certain friend of John's whom you were very attracted but only mildly acquainted with.
Sighing loudly, you rubbed your temple. "John, you know I don't like drugs - I don't like you doing drugs, in particular - and we both know it's going to be packed with people lighting up in there. I just don't know man..."
"Oh, don't be such a softie. You know the only way you'll get him to notice you is hanging around him and showing him you're groovy. What better way then a party? After all, you know Paul loves a girl who knows how to have a good time. Plus, with the whole Jane business over, he'll definitely be up to some knew female companionship..." he trails off suggestively.
Giving another loud sigh, you think it over. You couldn't just moon over Paul forever; if you were serious about liking him then you had to do something to catch his attention. A party would be a good idea, and as long as you just stayed away from the weed and LSD, what could go wrong?
Giving a small smile and nod even though you knew John couldn't see, you answered with only a small shake in your voice: "Yeah, alright, I'll come tonight."
***
You tugged at the collar of your sleeveless blue shift dress, smoothing it down. Did you look okay? Would Paul think so?
Deciding you look okay, you hop on your bike, a bit awkwardly because of your dress, and ride over to John's house. You can hear an Eric Clapton record playing all the way from the street, and the noise level in general gets higher the closer you get. Parking your bike, you walk to the door, fidgeting nervously with your hair.
You ring the doorbell a couple times, but no one answers, probably due to the noise level. Rolling your eyes, you finally move to open the door yourself. As you turn the knob and lean forward, someone else does so from the inside, and you fall right into their arms.
"I think you just fell for me," a voice you know all too well chuckles.
"Paul," you squeak, trying desperately to push yourself up. Paul has other ideas though, and he keeps his arms firmly around you. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to - "
"Y/N, love, don't be so uptight, it's okay. Come inside," he says dreamily. To allow you to move, he releases you from his embrace, but still slings an arm around your shoulders.
You're absolutely thrilled to be in such close proximity with him, but also confused. He's never been anything more than friendly before... Why does it matter? You ask yourself. He's here now; live in the moment.
Deciding to do just that, you walk along with him, trying not to smile too broadly at the jealous looks you begin to get from other girls at the party.
"Where are you taking me?" You ask in a flirty voice, excited to hear the answer.
"You'll see." He winks at you, and begins talking about something - music? - to distract you. Well, the distraction tactic was unnecessary, just being around him was absolutely intoxicating. He finally stops at a room with a closed door, you recognise it as a small sitting room that John rarely uses.
"W-why are we here?" You question. All flirtation is gone from your voice, now you're just worried.
Apparently, Paul notices, and he gives your shoulders a reassuring squeeze and a small chuckle. "Nothing bad love, I promise, we both know John would kick my arse if anything bad happened to you."
Love. He called me love, you think happily, and you can't help the giddy smile that crosses your face. "Alright, I believe you."
"Swell," he says, opening the door. Inside, you see John, Yoko, and a few other people you don't know, all sitting around, in various states of tripping or getting high. John and Yoko were obviously tripping on acid, alternately singing about the colors dancing in the air and tickling each other. The others sat together in smaller groups, passing joints around.
John stops singing with Yoko when he notices you, and gives you a big wink. "Well, if it isn't the lovebird, finally come to sing her song." Paul looks a little confused, but shrugs it off. John and Yoko, however, find this comment hilarious and collapse on each other, laughing so hard they cry.
Paul gives you a half-smile. "So, are you ready? What do you want to try first?"
"Try? Ready for what?" Your confusion mounts. "Why are we even here, Paul? Why'd you single me out today?"
Paul looks surprised by your outburst and how upset you look. "I - we - John said you wanted to try LSD, and that you wanted to tell me something, so I thought we'd come back here with them..."
Seeing the bewildered look on your face, he gives a wry smile. "John trying to get you to try drugs again? Well, I see. I understand. We don't have to do anything," he says with a cold understanding.
You can tell you're losing him, and suddenly you get desperate. This could be your last chance, he'll just think you're a righteous goody goody and he'll never talk to you again... Well, he'd be right, you think dully, I've never done anything adventurous in my life. Suddenly angry at yourself, you snap your head up.
"No," you say forcefully, causing Paul to raise one of his perfect eyebrows.
"No what?"
"No, I want to try it," you say, shoving all sense aside and smiling at Paul.
His mouth curves up into a smile. "Gear - let's do it."
He gets the tabs and places one under your tongue, putting three under his own. You sit on the couch and wait nervously for the effects to kick in, but Paul seems quite at ease, talking away. Suddenly, you start to notice some of the colors John and Yoko were singing about. They delight and fascinate you, but Paul says not to focus on them too much, as there are even better things to come.
He's not wrong. Beautiful shapes and colors, your feelings start to lighten, and it feels like anything could go your way. You feel euphorically happy, and quite turned on and horny all of a sudden.
"I like it," you drawl, giggling as Paul starts to play with your hair.
He starts to giggle as well. "Y/N, your hair is so... so... purple!" He laughs in delight, then starts to nuzzle it. "It smells so good." He finally brushes aside your hair and starts kissing the back of your neck. "You're good." he starts moving to the side, kissing and sucking on one part of your neck, right behind your ear, causing you to moan. Your hands find their way into his hair, and you tug it, tiny pleasure waves rolling through you.
"Paulie," you whimper.
"Oh, I know love, I know," he growls into your ear, pulling you from beside him on the couch right onto his lap. He leaves the spot behind your ear and quickly starts kissing you on the lips instead. You've only been kissed a few times before, but Paul is a good example of how and soon you're full-on making out. The kissing isn't the only thing full-on - there's a hard bulge beneath you, and it's not going away. All these feelings are enhanced by the LSD.
You have to wiggle a bit, because it's getting a little uncomfortable down there, and you're feeling a little wet. You discover that wiggling makes the situation better - worse? - better, and soon you're dry humping as the waves of pleasure grow bigger and bigger till they pull you under.
***
While you don't actually do anything beyond that (you wanted to, but Paul didn't want things to go too fast for you), it's still one of the best experiences of your life. As the effects drift away, you still have something of an afterglow, which is only enhanced by lying with your head in Paul's - Paul's! - lap. You stare up at him dreamily, and he grins down at you, pulling you up for one last kiss.
"See, that was great, wasn't it?" He says, not really needing verbal confirmation to know your answer. Your radiant face an swollen lips spoke for you, and you nod.
"Can't wait for next time."
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