A note from the author:
I've attempted something a little different with this story, for it's the first time I've written about well known characters. I've always been a Soprano's fan, and consider it one of the best programmes to have ever hit our screens. I hope this story has captured some of the personalities and how they'd react in situations such as these. I apologise in advance for any geographical errors, but I've never been to New York and used an atlas to obtain the names of towns such as Norfolk and Richmond. As always, I look forward to your feedback.
Regards
Bazzza
The Sopranos
It was late when Tony Soprano woke; he drifted slowly into consciousness to the birds chirping noisily outside the bedroom window. He felt the start of a headache, the effects from a late night with the boys and too much booze. He lay still with his arm over his eyes trying to block out the light, but it was to no avail, his head began a steady unwanted pounding. He cursed and threw back the covers, then gingerly turned sideways and swung his legs to the floor before sitting up. He still felt the effects of Uncle Junior's bullet tearing though his body many months previous, the weakened tissue and muscle still making day to day life a little difficult. He took a few seconds before getting to his feet; then staggered with heavy footsteps towards the bathroom to urinate. He watched with interest as the stream of urine hit the porcelain, a few years back it had been a powerful jet, but now it was remarkably less. Just another sign of getting old, he reminded himself. After finishing, he caught sight of himself in the mirror, his formidable belly stretching his white singlet; he quickly looked away and muttered another curse. Getting old ain't no fun he reminded himself.
Downstairs, he found Carmela busy in the kitchen and AJ eating a bowl of cereal. Carmela turned and smiled at his arrival, ignoring his dishevelled appearance.
"Hi Ton, there's coffee in the pot. You want one?"
Tony smiled as he sat down at the breakfast bar, "Thanks."
He switched his attention to AJ who had wisely turned back to his cereal bowl. Things hadn't been good between father and son lately, Tony was annoyed at his lack of drive and aspirations. The boy had dropped out of his studies after poor results, and now spent most of the time doing just about nothing. Job hunting didn't seem to be high on his list of priorities. Tony had always worked hard and got to where was today through hard graft. He's provided well for his family and was a respected head of a mob family. He had no time for lazy none achievers; and the fact that his son was fast becoming one was a little hard to swallow.
"What're you doing today?" Tony asked.
"Nothin much, just hanging out with friends." he muttered.
"These friends got jobs?"
The last thing AJ wanted was an argument with his old man; he quickly gulped down the last mouthfuls from the bowl and placed it in the sink.
"Gotta go." he muttered and left the room.
Carmela placed his coffee on the bar and kissed him on his hairless forehead, "You need to go a bit easy on AJ, there's a rift developing between you two. It'll come to no good, I know it."
Tony sipped his coffee before replying, "He needs to do something with his life for christ's sake. We've given that boy everything he wants, and now look at him."
"He'll come right, just give him a bit of time, he's a good kid at heart."
Tony watched Carmela as she moved around the kitchen, they chatted about anything but AJ; for they both knew it would only lead to harsh words. Life had been difficult lately, but their relationship had prospered through it and neither wanted a fight. She was a good woman Tony reminded himself. Strong willed and honest with a big heart, she was at his side day and night when he was in hospital. A pillar of strength Silvio told him, holding the family and friends together and making sure the doctors and nurses attended his every need.
Tony smiled lustfully as his eyes focused on her tight jeans, her well rounded buttocks and shapely thighs still did it for him. He felt the stirrings of an erection and stroked himself with some pleasure beneath the breakfast bar. He waited patiently until Carmela leaned conveniently across to pick up his empty cup, his hands pulled her in tight and he placed his face in her ample cleavage. She grinned at his erection pushing into her and placed another kiss on his forehead.
"Tony Soprano, you should be ashamed of yourself. You're far too sick to be thinking such impure thoughts."
His hand slipped between her denim covered thighs and stroked her just how she liked it, "How about we go upstairs and take my mind off the severe pain I'm in?"
She pushed away from him, took two wise steps backwards out of his reach and grinned, "Sorry, but I'm meeting the girls' downtown. And anyway, any pain you're feeling is self inflicted, no sympathy I'm sorry."
Tony pushed his shorts down to expose his substantial erection standing proudly to attention in his shorts, "What am I gonna do about this thing?"
Carmela laughed as she picked up her bag and car keys from the bench, "How about a date tonight? An early night and you can show me if it still works okay."
"Do I get a kiss goodbye?" he asked.
"Not a chance, even in your condition, you're dangerous and can't be trusted."
Five minutes after Carmela left, the phone rang. Tony answered it to Carmela's purring voice. You didn't try hard enough she told him, and that she loved him. He grinned when he put the phone down, she was surely gonna get it good he promised himself. Unfortunately, it wasn't going to happen.
It wasn't quite true that AJ had absolutely zero aspirations, for later that afternoon he was in the bedroom of Tina Cameron. He'd been chasing the dark haired Tina for some weeks, but to little avail. Her reputation of being easy wasn't coming to any fruition; he'd taken her out a few times but she'd thwarted his lustful intentions at each attempt. But she'd let him progress a little further each time to keep him interested, and he was sure her capitulation wasn't far away. She was sort of cute and always fun to be with. While short in stature from her mothers genes, her body was a bombshell. Her breasts large and round, and her short shapely toned legs were worth more than a second and third glance. She liked short skirts and had little inhibitions about stretching upwards or bending down and showing a glimpse of her panties, which only made AJ more determined to bed her.
They were safe, Tina assured AJ. Her father was out of town on a business trip and her mother out playing golf. They had each downed a couple of pre-mixed bourbon and cokes and were relaxed and happy. And to the loud sound of Bon Jovi, they petted on Tina's narrow bed. By this time, AJ had worked out that Tina liked to kiss, her breasts were a little bit of a turn on when stroked, but her pussy was the most sensuous and therefore the attention of his lustful advances.
His fingers stroked her legs as their tongues danced; each little stroke got higher up the outside of her thighs lifting her skirt that much more. Tina lay on her back, her legs just slightly apart to allow his fingers to slide from the outside to the inside of her thighs. She sighed as his fingers found the front of her panties, and allowed her legs to part a little further. After a few seconds, his hand slipped under the front of her panties and through her curls, his fingers quickly moved between her wet lips and straight inside her.
"Ohhhhhhhh." she whispered as his finger slipped deep inside her.
For the next few minutes, AJ toyed with her pussy, a little on her clitoris, but mostly exploring her warm and wet insides. Tina squirmed under his touch, pushing up at his finger and wriggling her buttocks, her breathing was deep and kisses long and tender. Thinking she was ready, AJ began to slide her panties downwards with his free hand. Tina promptly removed his hand from the waist band of her panties; but allowed his other hand to continue playing with her pussy. But AJ while disappointed; wasn't giving up; he carried on kissing and stroking her pussy lifting her arousal further and further. With his free hand, he discreetly undid his jeans and eased them down, his erect cock glad of its freedom. Bit by bit, he leaned over Tina while his fingers carried on with their important work. And then quickly and smoothly, he rolled between her thighs, his thumb easing aside her panties. With a simple push, his cock bypassed her panties and slid straight and halfway into her pussy, a second little push and he was fully inside her.
"Nooo, noooo." Tina cried. "I don't want to, please stop." she lied.
But AJ began pushing back inside her with long strokes, and her legs were soon locked around his buttocks. AJ grinned with satisfaction, for he'd finally got there. Her pussy felt like a warm succulent sponge, deliciously wet and tight on his cock.
"You're a dirty bastard AJ Soprano." she whispered while lifting his shirt over his head and pushing his jeans down with her feet. "Get off me for a sec so I can take my panties off. They're hurting me."
AJ reluctantly withdrew from her and rolled to her side, Tina raised her hips, pushed her pink panties down and kicked them off. He caught a glimpse of a triangle of dark curls before Tina pushed her skirt down her thighs and disposed of it. Pushing AJ flat on his back, Tina straddled him leaving his cock sticking upwards on her navel. Taking him in hand, she examined his cock with interest for a few seconds.
"Mmmmmm, not very big is it?" she accused.
"Big enough." AJ replied indignantly.
Tina grinned and raised her body allowing his cock to slip back between her pussy lips, after a little adjusting of her lips, she lowered herself onto it.
"Marty Decker's got a big one." she commented as she began to move up and down.
Marty was a guy a bit older than AJ, they went to the same school for a few years although they were never friends.
