The next day, Prudence woke up from her sleep with a smile across her face. She promised Paul the other day that she would go to his house (technically Jane Asher's house) to meet him. He told her that Jane would always be gone for filming at six o'clock in the morning.
She quietly brushed her teeth, wore her clothes, locked the door of her room, and walked out of the hotel room so she wouldn't wake her friends up from their beauty sleeps.
As soon as she was out of the hotel, she ran down the streets, and looked for the address to Jane Asher's house. When she was finally there, she walked up to the front porch, and before she could knock on the door, she thought about it.
If she knocks the door, Jane Asher's family would be wondering why in the world a seventeen-year-old girl doing in the Asher residence early in the morning. She walked out from the porch, and studied the building. She remembered what Paul told her the other day. His and Jane's room was on the third floor on the left, and the bathroom is beside it.
She thought about how to climb up to the bathroom. She didn't know that there was a staircase leading to Paul and Jane's room. She quietly climbed up, and trying to not make a sound. The window of Paul and Jane's room was closed and locked, but the window bathroom was opened. She hoped that no one was showering there.
She came in to the house through the window quietly. Maybe she should be a detective after she graduates. She's considering it. Thankfully, no one was showering in the bathroom. She approached the door, and quietly opened it. She walked out of the bathroom, and gently closed it. Jane had a very fine house. Rugged staircase, portraits of her family—mostly portraits of her. Perhaps, she was a joy to her family.
Prudence quietly knocked on the bedroom door, and she heard Paul saying "Come in." She opened the door, and saw Paul smoking his cigarette in the room. He stood up from the chair, and told her to come in, again. She slowly walked in, and closed the door gently behind her.
"How did you get here?" he asked her as he slowly walked towards her with a tempting smile on his face.
"I came in through the bathroom window," she said. "It was opened."
"I did that last night," he said with a cheeky smile. "I wanted you to come in through the bathroom window."
"Oh." She said dryly.
He stood before her very close until their noses almost touched. He locked the door, and he knew that her heart was beating very fast. Her lips and legs were trembling, he also knew that she was very nervous.
"Are you still thinking about John?" he asked her softly, and his warm breath tickled her lips. He smelled like cigarettes, but she didn't mind. She was very used to smell of cigarette smokes.
She slowly nodded her head, and looked at his handsome hazel eyes. He looked very handsome, although he looked very sleepy and tired. Her heart even beat faster than before. She gulped.
"I can make you forget about him," he said to her, and wrapped his arms around her waists. He pulled himself closer to her until their bodies touched.
"H-h-how?" she asked him nervously.
He chuckled huskily, and pressed his lips against hers. She closed her eyes, and breathed heavily. She'd kissed Paul quite a lot of times, but this time it felt different. The kiss was more passionate than before. She was very nervous, and she was afraid of what would happen next.
He slowly took off her coat, and threw it to the floor. She knew where this was going. He kissed her harder when she was about to protest. He brushed his lips to her cheek, and then moved to her neck. She opened her eyes, and looked at the ceiling.
"What are you doing, Paul?" she asked him when he was untucking her blouse from her skirt.
"Relax," he said. "You're going to be all right."
He moved his lips back to hers, and he slightly opened his mouth as he angled his face. It sent shivers down her spine, and she knew that she was having goosebumps. He unbuttoned the buttons of her blouse, and when he was done, he unbuttoned his. She helped him took the blouse off, and he took hers off.
He walked her to the bed, and he lied her down there. She looked at him, and asked him a rather stupid question (according to her).
"Will Jane find out?" she asked him.
He laughed another husky laugh. "No, she won't," he said, and lied down on top of her. He kissed her again, but this time…they didn't make out. They did it quietly, so the other people in the house wouldn't know.
Paul lighted his cigarette, and he sipped a smoke meaningfully. He offered one to Prudence, who was lying naked beside him under the covers, but she refused to smoke.
He rested his head against the head of the bed, and let out a relieved sigh with a smile on his face.
"That was fucking great, Prudence," he said to her, and she rested her head on his bare chest. "Don't you think so?"
She smiled shyly, and her cheeks turned pink. "Yes, I do think so," she said softly with a chuckle. "I don't feel that…innocent anymore. Is that normal?"
"Absolutely normal," he said with a nod, and took a drag of his cigarette.
"Totally normal," she agreed.
And then there was the after-sex-awkward silence in the room—Paul just hated it. He thought of something to say, and so was Prudence. She was thinking of something to say, and she was also thinking that she saw Paul McCartney—Paul McCartney—naked. She lost her virginity to him, and she didn't regret it one bit.
"Would you like to have breakfast?" he asked her as he turned off his cigarette, and gently stroked her messy hair.
"Yes, Paul," she said.
She stood up from the bed, and gathered her clothes, which were scattered on the floor. He watched her as she collected her clothes, and wore them. He found it very…attractive.
She wore her shoes after wearing her clothes, and then walked to the mirror to fix her hair. It was finally neat again after fixing it with her fingers.
"I'll see you outside in a few minutes," she said to him as she opened the bedroom window.
"Aye-aye, Captain," he said as he stood up from the bed, and wore his pants.
She went out of the room through the window, and quietly climbed down the metal staircase. Was it also normal to walk weirdly after having sex? She hoped so.
Paul went out of the house a few minutes later looking charming and handsome, like always. Thank God, that it was Monday, because girls were going to school, and they wouldn't be scrambling about the city of London.
"I thought that you're going to the new set of the film?" she asked him with an eyebrow raised.
"Dick told the lads and I to come around eight," he said. "What time is it now?"
Prudence glanced at her watch, and then looked at Paul.
"It's seven o'clock," she said softly.
"We still have an hour," he said with a grin, and he looked at her.
She looked at him, and she flashed him a smile when her cheeks turned pink. He held her hand, and walked casually down the street with her.
Apparently, they attracted three reporters. She wanted to let her hand go off Paul's, but he held her hand even tighter so she wouldn't let go. She looked at him with an eyebrow raised, but he smiled at the reporters.
"Good morning, Paul," they greeted him.
"Good morning, reporters," he greeted them back with a little chuckle.
"With whom are you walking with?" one of them asked, and the photographers took pictures of Paul and Prudence.
"This is Richard Lester's oldest daughter," he said. "He told me to have breakfast with her, because he is busy with preparing the cameras, and all…you know."
"What's her name?" one of them asked again.
"Prudence Lester, is her name," he said.
"What about Jane Asher? Does she know about this?" one of them asked again.
"Oh, yes, Jane Asher knows about this," he answered with a cheeky smile. "She and Prudence are very great friends. Aren't you, Prudence?"
"Yes, Jane and I are great friends," she answered with her high-pitched voice and a nod.
"Please, reporters, Prudence and I would like to have breakfast alone and peacefully," he said kindly. "Speaking of breakfast, have you had one?"
None of them answered.
"None of you had breakfast?" he asked. "Well, why don't you go back to your homes and have one with your family? And then you can go back do your jobs."
They stopped following Paul and Prudence, and he smiled by himself.
"Thank you, reporters," he thanked them and gave them a wave.
Prudence looked at Paul with an eyebrow raised. She was very amazed how Paul can handle those reporters! The only word that came to her mind was: "wow" with an exclamation point.
"Wow," she sighed. "How can you handle those reporters, Paul?"
"A lot of practice, love," he said and shot her a wink. "It's quite easily handling those reporters early in the morning—especially when they haven't had their breakfasts."
They both laughed.