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- Can someones whole life change within a week this drastically? I think to myself as I make my way out of the drug store. My phone is ringing for the millionth time today and I have the strong urge to ignore it once again but it’s Justin and I’ve already ignored the last 3 times he’s tried to call me.
“Hey, sorry I didn’t pick up earlier…I was kind of tied up.” it’s really hard to hide anything from him I think to myself as he rambles on…
“I was worried about you, you always answer my calls, is everything ok?”
Ha! Is everything ok... “Yeah I’m fine..I’m on my way home now, I had to stop at the store, I’m really tired today…my brain is fried.” I say to him hoping that he will get the hint that I just want to be left alone tonight, knowing damn well that he won’t.
”Oh ok well… I was just getting ready to leave the studio, I’ve been here all day.....are you sure everything is ok, you’ve been tired a lot lately?”
I sigh louder than I should and roll my eyes even though he can’t see me “Yeah Justin I’m fine, I’ll see you later then” I hang up before he can say anything else.
I find myself replaying today events as I sit on the couch and stare at the picture that sits in front of me...”I really just don’t understand how this can happen. I have taken my pill everyday faithfully for years”...the words keep playing in my mind over and over like a record skipping repeatedly...me telling the doctor it’s impossible and the doctor telling me it’s not....
”10 weeks? you have to be mistaken!” I hysterically said to him “I need to know my options at this point, please I can’t be...I can’t even say it!”
“Listen Bobbi, I know it’s a lot to take in but you’re options are becoming very limited at this point and...well if you’re going to do anything you have to do it soon or it’ll be too late.”
I must have sat on that table and cried for 40 minutes while Dr. Park tried to console me..
”Does the father know anything, do you know who he is?”
I snapped my head up “Yes I know who he is, I’m not like that!” he stammered and mumbled an apology. “It’s just very complicated as it is, this could ruin so many lives!” I’m snapped out of my recollection of today’s events when I hear him put his key in the door...I shove the picture and papers between the couch cushions.
“Hey babe” he says as he throws his keys on the table and sits down next to me.
******
I reach for her hand but she pulls away gently. "Is everything okay Bobbi?" I ask her.
"Yeah, fine...everything’s fine." she grabs the remote and flips the TV on, but it’s clear she isn't really watching it...she thinking about something.
She's been this way for days. "You sure?" I’m not letting this go.
"Yes! Fine! Everything’s fine." she's trying too hard to sound upbeat.
I drag my fingers along her thigh and lean in to brush the hair away from her neck. I sweep my lips against the skin just below her ear...this works every time. Except for today.
"Not now Justin." she snaps, moving away.
"See? Something’s wrong. Talk to me." I can't stand this.
"Justin!" her voice is angry, but I have no idea why.
"Just not right now alright?" she never does this, and though I wish I could just blow it off, I’m hurt. I already know how this will go, but I try again anyway.
"Come on..." I smile, "just a quick one? I’ve been thinking about you all day."
She jerks to the other end of the couch, "Dammit Justin I said no...just fucking stop okay!"
I slump back against the couch, the sting of rejection coursing through me. She relents right away, "I’m sorry Justin...I’m just...I’m just in a bad mood. It isn't your fault." she cradles her head in her hands and sighs.
I rub... <<<<<< N.B from Jumbotweet: auto-truncated at 4K characters on index page - Click here or on the "view" link to see entire jumbotweet! http://www.jumbotweet.com/ltweets/view/9403 - My cell rings not long after we get settled in at the hotel. Bobbi is in the shower, I can hear the rush of the water and her voice softly humming a tune I don't recognize. She is content and happy to away from the dramatics that have been plaguing us at home.
"Hey scooter." I answer in an attempt to keep things as normal as possible.
"Justin, listen, we need to get together today...talk some things out. How does noon look for you?" he gets straight to the point.
"Actually, that won't work..." I hesitate. "I’m not in LA right now."
"What? Where are you?" he is irritated.
"I’m in aspen."
"Why?" he snaps.
"I just needed to clear my head...I’ll be back in a few days."
"Is Bobbi with you?" he knows the answer to that.
"Yes...she is." no point in lying.
"Dammit Justin...we need to get a grip on this...put a plan in place before u pull this kind of shit...the media's going to be all over you!" he is once again scolding me like a child and I don't care for it.
"Yeah, your right scooter...We can't have the media catching wind of me being on vacation with a couple of friends and my personal assistant now can we?" I’m being a smart ass, but he deserves nothing less at this point in my book.
"A couple of friends?" he seems to like the idea, "Ryan?"
"Yeah..." I nod even though he can't see me, "and Chaz...they're sharing the room next to ours."
"What do u mean next to ours? You’re sharing a room with her?" he is once again irate.
"I booked her a room too...for show...calm down."
He laughs a little, "Calm down...sure I’ll get right on that Justin. Look, don't do anything stupid...don't draw attention to your..." he falters, "to your...situation. And get your ass home as soon as possible."
"Alright..." I agree, "I won't and I’ll be home soon." he hangs up without goodbyes just as I hear Bobbi coming out of the bathroom. She steps into the room, a white towel wrapped around her, hair loose & dripping around her shoulders and a light breezy smile playing on her lips.
"This was such a great idea Justin," She sighs, pumping a dollop of lotion into her palm. "I feel great! Are Ryan and Chaz meeting us for dinner?" I make my way over to her and wrap my arms around her from behind, breathing in the scent of her fruity shampoo. "Yeah...half an hour. I thought we could head down to the restaurant downstairs, the one that overlooks the slopes...sound good?" She leans back into me and sighs happily again..."Sounds perfect."
******
“Justin…” “Hmm?” he’s says in a whisper with his head buried in my neck. “Did you tell Ryan or Chaz anything?” he lets go of me and sits on the bed while I dig through my suitcase.
“No...well, Ryan knows about before…”
“What do you mean he knows about before, before what, before all this, before we um.. hooked up, before dinosaurs walked the earth?” I say with a laugh.
He lets out the cutest little laugh “Real funny, no I mean I told him about my crush on you and that I knew you wanted my dick…”
“JUSTIN...you didn’t!” I say wide eyed and laughing.
“Well I may have said something to that effect but no he doesn’t know anything, it wasn’t something I really wanted to say over the phone or through a text and I really haven’t had too many private conversations with him the last 6 months.” I sit down on the bed beside him and take the towel out of my hair “Yeah I was just curious... now listen we have to be careful, I know I probably don’t have to remind you of that but...” I say with an authoritative tone.
“Ok boss, now go finished getting ready…” he says mockingly.
I hear a knock at the door and can hear Chaz and Ryan’s voices a minute later…it’s been a few months since I’ve seen them and I’m not sure how they are going to react. I do... <<<<<< N.B from Jumbotweet: auto-truncated at 4K characters on index page - Click here or on the "view" link to see entire jumbotweet! http://www.jumbotweet.com/ltweets/view/9402 - I know immediately that this will end disastrously, Scooter’s eyes are wild and furious.
Even though I know the answer, I ask him, “How long have you been here?” He leans back in his chair. I can see that his hands are fisted in anger. “Long enough Justin…long enough. What the fuck do you think you’re doing here Justin?”
“Look Scooter,” I shake my head… “It’s late…it’s been a really long night, can we just…”
He pushes back from the table, knocking over his chair in the process, “Are you fucking kidding me? No we can’t ‘just’! Do you have any idea what this will do to you when it gets out? And it will…trust me, it WILL fucking get out.”
“Scooter…” I start, but he rushes on.
“God dammit Justin! Are you stupid? While you’re over here playing house with Bobbi…you’re ruining everything we’ve worked for! I had no idea you were this fucking stupid!”
He is yelling now, his voice carries through the house, and I’m worried he will wake Bobbi…this is exactly what she has feared would happen, and I’m unsure of how she will react.
“Scooter!” I yell back, startling him into silence, I very rarely raise my voice to him. “I’m not ‘playing house’ with Bobbi! I love her man…I love her…do you get that? It’s not some fucking game!”
He laughs cruelly, and for the first time ever, I almost hate him… “You love her? Justin, you’re 17! You don’t love her…you love fucking her. That’s it!”
“No that’s not it…you have no idea…fuck you!” I start to walk out of the room, afraid I’ll say something I might regret.
“Don’t you dare walk away from me Justin…” he warns. And as much as I hate it, I have too much respect for him to ignore him. I stop and turn back to him, “I love her Scooter…I love her more than anything in this world…she’s it.”
“You don’t have a fucking clue Justin…you’re just a kid! Let me tell you how this is gonna go down…” He steps in closer to me and brings his pointer finger to my face. “You’ll fuck around with her for a while, someone finds out, you career? Gone! And Bobbi? Guess what happens to Bobbi? She goes to fucking jail! Does that put this little love story into perspective for you? She’s breaking the law when she fucks you…she’s breaking the fucking law!”
“First off Scooter, get your finger out of my face, I’m not 14 anymore…” Surprisingly, he steps back and drops his hand. “Secondly, you have no idea what’s going on here…I already told you, I love her Scooter…and I’m not giving her up.”
“You love her?” He laughs again, “What I heard going on in there didn’t sound a god dammed thing like love!”
I flush with rage, how dare he? How dare he act as if he knows anything about Bobbi and I? “Fuck you Scooter! Get out!” I point in the direction of the front door but he stands his ground.
“Fuck me? Fuck me? No…fuck you Justin! It’s not just your life that your screwing up…” He is screaming nearly at the top of his lungs…and although I don’t want Bobbi to wake and see this I can’t help but scream back.
“Scooter! Get the fuck out!” I repeat with greater force. I see his eyes dart away from mine to the hallway behind me, and before I even turn around, I know I’ll find her there.
She stumbles in, dazed and filled with sleep, my shirt buttoned carelessly around her, the arms hanging over her hands, hiding everything but the tips of her fingers. Her eyes race from me to Scooter, and back again over and over as the silence in the room and her terror grows more apparent in her gaze.
“Scooter, what are you doing here?” she begins tentatively. I know her, and I can see she is hoping that we have been arguing about something else.
“Just dropped by to have a little chat with the kid here Bobbi…” He points at me with mock casualness. “Course, I have to apologize for interrupting your little…well, I’m curious…what would you call that in... <<<<<< N.B from Jumbotweet: auto-truncated at 4K characters on index page - Click here or on the "view" link to see entire jumbotweet! http://www.jumbotweet.com/ltweets/view/9342 - Days like today make me so happy, There’s nothing better than being able to be real…no sneaking around, no stolen kisses, no secrets. Just Justin and I laying in bed...talking..laughing..enjoying each other. In the few months since I've realized my feelings and told him how I feel things have been fantastic. I never knew I could be this happy but there is still one thing that hangs in the air…one thing we continuously argue about, and that is telling everyone. I don’t think it’s a good idea, and I refuse to let Justin tell anyone besides Kenny and Alfredo…the ramifications could be horrible.
“Bobbi, I need to talk to you about something” he says.
We are all tangled in my crisp, white linen sheets…snuggled together watching TV. I’ve been drifting in out of sleep due to him running his fingers up and down the bare skin of my back…he knows this relaxes me.
“what’s up babe” I say as I look up at him lazily.
“Well, you know Allison, my old manager is getting married next week right?” he has a nervous tone to his voice and I just know what is coming next.
“Yeah Justin, it’s quite the extravagant affair I hear…you’re going aren’t you?” I say as I sit up and wrap myself in a sheet.
“Well yeah, of course I’m going but I want you to go with me, and before you argue with me Bobbi just hear me out okay?”
“Justin.....you know that I can’t go with you, everyone will be there. Do I have to remind you of that?” I can tell he’s starting to get annoyed with me but he’s also sad and I feel bad about it. I hate when we have these conversations. I was really hoping the day would be free of anything like this.
“But Bobbi… I promise if you come with me we will just go as friends…” and when he says friends he has to do his famous air quotations...that’s his thing lately...being all dramatic about the word friends. His attempt to make me feel stupid about the whole sneaking around thing and it isn’t working.
“ I don’t know Justin, do you really think it’s possible to snow people at this wedding? I mean music and alcohol mixing into this equation....it just doesn’t sound like a great idea.”
He lets out a big sigh and starts fiddling with his phone...“Well then should I tweet that I need a date for a wedding next week...maybe I’ll take the first girl that replies that she wants to go with me.” he says with a smart ass grin on his face.
“Real funny Justin…” I try to get up but he grabs me by the waist and buries his head into my neck.
“Baby please go with me… I don’t want to go without you. Seriously, I promise no funny business…no one will suspect a thing!”
He gets me every time...I can never say no to him. I try but he knows what to do...he always has... “Okay Justin…I guess, but only because I love you.” I say as I turn to face him.
He laughs with victory, “I knew I would break you!”
******
I can’t believe I agreed to this, I think to myself as I’m getting ready for this wedding. However, I did find the perfect dress…maybe too perfect.
“Bobbi come on, are you almost ready? This isn’t our wedding you’re getting ready for!” He yells from the living room.
I put the finishing touches on my makeup… my hair looks good...I think...long loose curls down my back. Oh, this dress is definitely my new favorite dress. Black, mid thigh, loose, and backless…it’s so comfortable.
“I’m coming ok, you’re so impatient sometimes!” I say as I make my way into the living room, fiddling with my clutch..trying desperately to fit my things in it.
“Wow you look....amazing! I mean more beautiful than normal…I didn’t think that was possible…” he says with a smile.
I smile back, "Look at you! The glasses! You wore the glasses!” He knows how much I love them…he pulls off the hipster look so well. Hell, he pulls... <<<<<< N.B from Jumbotweet: auto-truncated at 4K characters on index page - Click here or on the "view" link to see entire jumbotweet! http://www.jumbotweet.com/ltweets/view/9332 - I’m drifting in and out of a lazy slumber when I find myself remembering the events of the last couple of days. I can feel him wrapped around me from behind, playing with my hair and whispering in my ear.
I don’t want him to know I’m awake yet. I’m not ready to face the day. I want to stay like this forever, it feels like a giant weight has been lifted from my shoulders but yet another one threatens to ruin my morning bliss. Nothing will ruin this feeling right now though, I won’t allow it.
The warmth of his body, the sound of his voice, the touch of his fingers have butterflies dancing around inside of me...
“I love you so much, I want to show you every day, every second how much I love you. I’ve dreamed of this for the last year and a half...I still feel like I’m dreaming.” he whispers into my ear…his breath causing goose bumps to form all over my body and he knows that I’m awake now.
“Hey beautiful, merry Christmas.” he says and I can hear his smile through his voice.
“Hey you, merry Christmas.” I don’t think anybody or anything could wipe the smile off my face this morning. I roll over to face him and the look in his eyes melts my heart. I smile, bring my hand to his face and give him a kiss. “So…um… what’s the plan today Justin? I’m sure your mom...your grandparents and your dad are all worried about you.”
“Yeah, I sent my mom a text this morning. Told her I’d call her in a little bit… that I was fine and I would explain everything when I called.”
“Shit Justin, what are you going to say? I mean it’s not like you can exactly tell her what happened, is happening...well…you know.” I’m starting to ramble.
“Baby calm down, I’ll figure it out…but I don’t want to talk about it right now..I just want to lay here with you and enjoy the best Christmas present I have ever gotten.” he says as he runs his fingertips up and down my side.
I can’t stop staring into his eyes...I could get lost in those eyes for hours. “I have to be at my parents house at 2…so…do you want to come with me?” I feel so nervous asking him this and I’m not sure why…usually he’s the nervous one.
He can see my nervousness and laughs, “Awe, you’re so cute…of course I’ll go with you. I didn’t think you would want me to go…”
“Well I mean what else would you do? It’s not like I’m going to lock you up in my basement like your my dirty little secret…” I say with a giggle.
“Well that could be interesting…” he says and bites his lip while looking me up and down.
******
"I can be your dirty little secret..." I whisper as I roll onto my back and pull her on top of me.
"Oh yeah?" she teases… her tongue slips into my mouth to sweep against my own.
"Absolutely..." I smile as she breaks away from the kiss. I push her up gently, I want to look her over...I need to remind myself that she's mine. Her dark hair is still messy with sleep, falling around her shoulders in wild tangles, curling against her bare breasts. My cock slowly thickens beneath her as she smiles down at me...but she says nothing, she lets me drink in the sight of her for as long as I want. I run my fingertips over the soft skin of her stomach and feel the chills that rise on her flesh with my touch.
"Bobbi..." I whisper, raising my eyes to hers once again.
"Hmm?" her voice is slow and sleepy with desire.
"This is it right? No going back?" I can't imagine losing her now.
"No going back." she confirms with another little smile.
I run my hands up her body slowly, trailing up the length of her neck to brush my fingers across her mouth. She parts her lips and curls the tip of her tongue against them as I ease one into her mouth. The slow stiffening of my cock is replaced by furious throbbing as I watch her suck my index finger delicately. My mouth goes to her... <<<<<< N.B from Jumbotweet: auto-truncated at 4K characters on index page - Click here or on the "view" link to see entire jumbotweet! http://www.jumbotweet.com/ltweets/view/9331 - “Hey listen…” Thomas, my boss, strides over to me and slides his eyes around, ensuring that we can’t be overheard.
I set aside the pile of ties I have been folding and give him my attention.
“I know we’re shorthanded as it is today, but I’m sending Jessica home. Can you pick up the slack? It’ll be a huge help.”
“Why are you sending her home?” I don’t know why I even care, it’s not as if Jessica does a damn thing anyway.
“Because we’ve got a big name coming in today to be fitted for a tux for some deal, I don’t know what it is…and I can’t have her acting unprofessional.” He whispers.
“She’s usually fine with our celebrity clientele.” I smile over at a customer who has wandered our way. “Can I help you with anything sir?”
He declines and I turn back to Thomas. “What’s the deal?”
“She won’t be fine today…Isn’t she one of those ‘beliebers’ or ‘believers’ or whatever the hell they call them.”
I laugh softly so as not to be heard by the people milling about the store. “Yeah I think she is.”
“There’s no thinking about it…I swear she got to me the other day, we talked for 5 minutes tops…now I know that Bieber kid’s life story.” He shakes his head. “Like I care that he’s from Canada and taught himself how to play 27 instruments.”
I laugh again, “I don’t think it was 27.”
“Well, whatever. He’s coming in, so she’s going home.” He starts to search for her with his eyes.
“Is he? She’s going to be pissed when she finds out!”
He places his hand over his mouth, “Oh my god…do you think so? Well, I don’t want her to be…oh wait, I just remembered that I don’t care.”
I roll my eyes, “Go find Jessica smart ass.” Thomas and I have worked together for so long that we’re more friends than employee/employer.
An hour later, with Jessica safely enjoying her time off none the wiser, Thomas pulls me aside again. “Okay, he’s here…I’m gonna let him in through the back, can you take care of him in the private fitting lounge?”
“Sure…” We part, him rushing off to usher Justin into the back, and me hurrying to grab my notebook and measuring ribbons.
Just as I’m making my way to the back I stop and check my reflection in a full length mirror that adorns the wall in an ornate frame.
We are always required to dress business formal, but I am exceptionally pleased with my appearance today. Simple black skirt and blazer left open to showcase an ivory button up blouse. A strand of tiny pearls rests around my neck, their matching earring dangle delicately from my ears.
I survey my hair to find it is still perfectly tucked inside it’s French twist, with the exception of a few wispy strands that have strayed.
I suddenly realize what I am doing and wonder why I even care…I have no opinion on Justin Bieber what so ever. Is he a cutie? Yes. Do I lose my mind over him like half the female population? Certainly not.
“Kalifornia!” Thomas hisses, jarring me from my thoughts, “What are you doing?”
“Oh!” I snap back to reality, “Sorry…sorry…okay, I’m ready. Is he ready or?”
He interrupts me, “Yes! Yes…he’s ready! Go!” Thomas always gets this way when we have a high profile client in the shop…it never fails.
My heels click over the polished wooden floors as I scurry back. I knock softly on the door and hear a voice on the other side giving me the go ahead to come in.
I expect the room to hold more than a few people, they usually come with some sort of an entourage…but he is alone.
And apparently I haven’t been paying very close attention to Justin through the media, and in the meantime, he’s been growing up. I was prepared to fit the 15 year old with swishy hair and a hoodie. But he stands before me in a pair of perfectly cut black jeans. A navy and white plaid button up is complimented well with a navy pea coat with its collar popped. Both layers of sleeves are pushed... <<<<<< N.B from Jumbotweet: auto-truncated at 4K characters on index page - Click here or on the "view" link to see entire jumbotweet! http://www.jumbotweet.com/ltweets/view/9308 - "Holy shit katie, I cant believe i have to go out there and serve some of the biggest names in hollywood and the president...the fucking president of the united states" "shh watch your mouth lacy, dont get us fired before we get to rub elbows with these people, so what if we are serving them, we still get to see them up close" Shes always rolling her eyes at me and scolding me like im a little child it drives me crazy.
Before i get to tell her to chill out our boss comes out to remind us what is required and make sure we act professional, blah blah blah..i see the kitchen door swing open and i get a peak of all the people mingling about. "pssst katie, i hear justin bieber is going to be here, i hope i can keep it together around him when all i wanna do is rape his ass" "lacy shut up already, we will talk later, go tuck your shirt in"
I walk over to the staff restroom and give myself a once over in the mirror...pressed white button up shirt tucked into my black pencil skirt..black nylons, black heels, no loose jewelry. hair in a loose bun at the back of my head..ok i think im ready i say to myself.
i walk back out to the kitchen and im given a silver tray of stuffed portabello mushrooms..i take a deep breath and push through the kitchen doors..the grand ball room is beautiful, the ceiling must be 50 feet and its adorned with beautiful crystal chandeliers..there are hundreds of people mingling about and i start my trek around the room with the silver platter..i see so many famous faces and i give my best smile to everyone of them being as polite as possible...just as im making my way back to the kitchen he catches my eye and i feel my heart skip a beat..hes speaking to a few party goers, flashing his drop dead gorgeous smile...he seems so charming from afar in his black and white tux...i notice him look my way and i realize im standing still which is a big no no we lock eyes for a brief second but i have to keep moving so i head back to the kitchen to grab my next platter..
i make my way half way around the room again "miss excuse me, miss?" i turn around and there he is not 3 feet from me.."hi, that looks delicious" he says "you really think so" i say staring into his beautiful brown orbs " he chuckles and looks down at his feet, he knows that he has this affect on women....at this moment i feel like a complete idiot "um yes i mean they are, would you like one" i say as i shake my head to regain my composure..."sure, thank you..so do you enjoy serving people" he says while biting his bottom lip and i know what hes getting at.. "yes i do, im very good at serving people, is there anything else that i can get for you" he looks me up and down drinking in my legs, my curves and his eyes land on my lips.."did you see that restroom, through those double doors all the way at the other end of the hallway" "yes i know which one your talking about, why?" " when im done performing i want you to be waiting in that bathroom for me, do you understand" i reply with a simple yes as i turn on my heel and walk away..i can feel him watching me until the kitchen doors close behind me
I’m anxious yet confident the whole evening and all i can think about is getting to that restroom and just as i think im going to burst at the seems hes up on stage performing and i make my way to the restroom to wait for him..its out of the way and i imagine we wont be bothered at least i hope..theres an open lounge area as i walk in with 2 couches and one large mirror with a beautifully ornate gold frame that takes up one whole wall..more crystal chandeliers hang from above in here as well. i survey myself in the mirror as i wait for him and im pleased with what i see..
im sitting on the couch anticipating his arrival when he walks through the door, his head is down but... <<<<<< N.B from Jumbotweet: auto-truncated at 4K characters on index page - Click here or on the "view" link to see entire jumbotweet! http://www.jumbotweet.com/ltweets/view/9300 - “You didn’t have to bring me dinner!” I take the bag of Chinese takeout that Jon has placed on my desk.
“You said you had to work late…couldn’t have my girl going hungry!” He says sweetly as he settles into a chair. “So what time do you think you’ll be out of here?”
I toss my pen aside and pull a box of rice out of the bag. Lifting the lid, I realize its fried rice. I hate fried rice. We haven’t been together long enough for him to know better and it was thoughtful of him to bring me dinner so I dig in anyway.
“Hell I don’t know…late. My boss is such a dick. Speaking of…” I cast my eyes over to the window of my employer’s office where he is watching me with a look of annoyance.
Jon follows my gaze, “Guess that’s my queue.” He stands and kisses me on the cheek, “Enjoy your dinner. Want me to come back when you get off, walk you to your car or something since it’ll be late?”
“No…” I shake my head, “I’ll be fine.”
He nods and leaves, still looking unconvinced and worried.
Three hours later I am still filing and faxing in the now deserted office. Hell, even the cleaning crew has come and gone. I take a bite of lo mien which is now a cold, congealed mess, as the phone on my desk begins to ring.
I consider letting it go to the answering service, but the annoyance of its blaring ring in the silent office wins out. “Martin and Harris Firm.” He say using my best happy secretary voice.
“Who is he Jen?” the voice on the other end is familiar and sinister.
“Justin…” I sigh, “It’s none of your business.”
“Who is he Jennifer?” He snaps in a raised voice.
Justin and I split up months ago, and to say he hasn’t taken it well would be a colossal understatement. I arrive home to find flowers waiting on my doorstep almost daily. He calls incessantly. He sends little gifts through the mail, he shows up randomly at places I am and pretends that it’s an accident. And recently, I have the distinct feeling that he has followed me in his car at time or two.
I hang the phone up, but he calls back immediately.
“Justin! Just fucking stop! You just…” I draw in a deep breath, calming myself. “You just have to stop.”
“He brought you fried rice Jen…” He says with great sorrow, “You hate fried rice.”
The sadness I hear in his tone nearly breaks me…I find myself wanting to say ‘come and get me Justin…I miss you.’ But the reality of what he has said hits me.
“How did you know he brought me fried rice?” I say quietly.
He doesn’t answer, the line remains silent for a stretch, but I know he hasn’t hung up.
“How did you know?” I repeat, louder this time.
“Let me come and get you Jen…I miss you.” The comment is bizarrely like the thought that has just gone through my head. It reminds me of how we used to be…so alike, so in sync.
“No Justin! I’m done with this…” I cradle my head in my hand and continue, I don’t want to hurt him, but he needs to hear this. “It’s over Justin…you’ve got to get over us and move on.”
“Are you fucking him Jennifer?” He hisses, completely ignoring what I have said.
“What?” I’m taken back by his question.
“Are you fucking him?” He repeats slowly.
“No…I’m not.” I know it won’t do to ignore him or hang up, he’ll just call back and ask again.
“You’re lying. Are you fucking him?” The calmness in his tone is somehow more frightening then the yelling had been.
“Yeah…” I confirm in a whisper, “I am.”
He says nothing for what seems like an eternity and then the line goes dead.
I finish up the files I have been organizing and tell myself that maybe a little blatant honesty was what he needed…maybe now he’ll give me up. But I don’t really believe it, and strangely I don’t want to believe it. The thought of him moving on to someone else makes me sick.
There is plenty more work to be done, stacks of papers and folders wait on my desk, but... <<<<<< N.B from Jumbotweet: auto-truncated at 4K characters on index page - Click here or on the "view" link to see entire jumbotweet! http://www.jumbotweet.com/ltweets/view/9299 - It’s been a crazy couple of months I have to say..All the promoting of Justin’s Christmas album and that whole baby scandal bullshit along with the turn of events in our relationship. I’m not sure which end is up anymore. It’ll be so nice to go home for the holidays and relax. I haven’t been home in so long… I really love my apartment out here in LA but there’s no place like home.
I’ve decided to veg out today, tie up some lose ends and pack my clothes for Pennsylvania even though I’m not leaving for another 3 days. I’m halfway through packing when I hear a knock at the door.
Ugh what now... “Justin, I thought you were in the studio today and leaving for Canada tomorrow!” I know what it means when he shows up like this. It’s been happening a lot lately, at first I tried to fight it but every time he looks at me, touches me it’s like
electricity coursing through me. He’s like a drug.
“Bobbi, I just wanted to see you. I can’t imagine not being able to see you, feel you for the next 2 weeks.” He looks smokin as always a gray hoodie with “the creature” on the front, deconstructed jeans and red supras. I let him in but in the firmest voice possible I tell him, “You can chill if you want, but I have packing to do and I promised myself id catch up on my TiVo before I leave.” God that sounds so lame…I have such an internal struggle with this. I know he wants more than what I can give him. The age gap is such an issue for me, let alone the fact that essentially he is my boss. What a nightmare it would be if any of this got out, even just to our inner circle.. I don’t even want to think about the general public!
He plops down on the couch beside me and promises to be a good boy today. We’re going to chill just like we used to, but as soon as he snuggles in next to me and gives me that sexy grin, I know I won’t be able to resist him.
“So what are your plans for Christmas” he says as he runs his fingers up and down my leg as he stares at me with those eyes…Oh my god, those eyes. Why didn’t I choose to wear sweat pants instead of these little shorts today?
“Well, I told you I’m going home to Pennsylvania for a couple weeks, spend time with my
family, hang out at my house that sits empty for most of the year.” I say with a laugh.
He starts kissing and nibbling along my neck “You know (kiss) that’s a long (kiss) time to not (kiss) be able to do this…” I can already feel myself growing wet...
“I just want to be inside you, make you cum one more time before you leave...I’m going to miss you so much.” he says as he runs his fingers under the very top of my panties.
“I can’t think of anything I want more right now…” I say as my lips crash into his.
I pull myself up and straddle his lap grinding myself into him. I can feel his
cock, hard as a rock straining through his jeans and the friction it creates against my clit has me going insane.
His hands have found their way beneath my shirt already...his thumbs sweep against my nipples causing them jump to attention under his touch. As he lifts himself up to press his cock against me with greater pressure he sighs my name into the sensitive flesh of my neck. His breath falls warmly upon my skin and I feel him smile as I shiver with pleasure.
"Get up." His demand is gentle but firm. I will myself to rise off of him, but my body doesn't comply and I continue to rock myself against him.
He darts the tip of his tongue out to taste my lips and then repeats with more authority, "I said get up Bobbi." I reluctantly go to my feet and he leans forward to slide my shorts down my thighs. He wastes no time in setting about turning me into a pleading mess. His eyes lock on my own and he holds my stare as his slowly brings his tongue to me. It plays along my clit through the soft cotton that is now... <<<<<< N.B from Jumbotweet: auto-truncated at 4K characters on index page - Click here or on the "view" link to see entire jumbotweet! http://www.jumbotweet.com/ltweets/view/9291 - “I’m never going to get this shit.” I cry in frustration, slamming my trigonometry book closed.
I lay my head down on my bed, preparing to feel dramatically sorry for myself, but my cell begins to vibrate, distracting me from my angst.
I glance down at the caller id before answering. “I fucking hate my life.”
Kaydene laughs, “Why?”
“Because Mr. Wentz is a salve driving dick who is trying to ruin my chances of graduating.”
“I told you not to take trig, didn’t I?” The only thing Kaydene likes better than being right is bragging about being right.
I pretend to be skeptical, “I don’t remember that.”
“Yes you do. Anyway,” She rushes on, getting to the point of her call. “Let’s go out tonight.”
“I can’t Kay…I’ve got this final on Monday, and if I study my ass off this weekend I might be able to pull off an F+ instead of just an F.”
“Can you even get an F+?” She wonders.
“I don’t know…” I sigh, “But seriously, I can’t.”
“Shannon, it’s Friday night. This guy’s throwing a party…somebody my brother knows. Be ready in an hour, I’ll pick you up.”
“I can’t…”
She talks over me, “Be there in an hour.” And then hangs up before I have a chance to protest any further.
An hour and a half later I am surveying myself in the mirror, still waiting for her.
I am wearing a cranberry off the shoulder sweater with a black cami underneath, and although I have left my hair down, black chandelier’s adorn my ears. I have chosen my favorite skinny jeans which are tucked snuggly inside a pair of black boots that rise to mid shin.
“Not too bad.” I say aloud to my silent bedroom just as I hear her honk in the driveway.
I grab my purse and head out, giving her a ‘what the fuck?’ look as I approach her car. But I’m not surprised in the least, she’s never on time.
“What happened to an hour?” I ask as I settle into the passenger seat.
“What do you care? You didn’t even want to come.” She rolls her eyes.
“I don’t care. Now where are we going?” I flip the mirror down and check my make up again.
“To this party over on the north side…his name’s Ryan I think.” She throws it in reverse, backs out, and we’re on our way.
Twenty minutes later we are struggling to find a place to park on a street that is crammed with cars.
Kaydene’s eyes gleam with excitement, “Look at this! Aren’t you glad I made you come? This is insane!”
She’s right, by the number of cars, there’s got to be a least 200 people inside. “Beats the hell out of homework.”
She laughs in agreement and slows to a stop. “You can’t park here! You’re blocking those cars in.” I point out.
“Fuck them!” She quips, climbing out of the car. “Hand me my bag.” She points to her purse in its place beside my own.
I hand it to her, “Whatever, it’s not my car they’re going to trash when they come out drunk as hell and get pissed off.”
“Which reminds me…you’re driving next time! I hate having to watch how much I drink.” She ignores the sidewalk and strides over the grass.
“You never do anyway! We’ve taken a cab the last three times we’ve gone out!” I remind her.
“Oh yeah…who cares then.” She turns and flashes me a smile before throwing the door open and yelling “We’re here!” as though the entire party had been waiting for our arrival.
She walks ahead of me, pushing her way through the tight crowd of people, making her way straight to the kitchen where she hopes to find the alcohol.
I pass through the doorway just behind her, and of course she was right…in the far corner of the room are three kegs resting in huge tubs of ice beside a table littered with bottles of liquor and plastic cups.
She heads right for a bottle of Smirnoff and pours herself a generous glass. “You want?” she holds the bottle up.
“Yeah, but give me about half of what you have lush.”
She pours even more into my cup just to be a smart ass.... <<<<<< N.B from Jumbotweet: auto-truncated at 4K characters on index page - Click here or on the "view" link to see entire jumbotweet! http://www.jumbotweet.com/ltweets/view/9248 - “Alright Justin, you’ve got, let me see…” Scooter glances down at the list of interviewers that he is holding. “Hello Magazine next. Looks like her name is Courtney.”
I nod and straighten my shirt, then adjust my bracelets and shift around in my chair.
“She’s your last for the day…” he runs on.
“Good.” I don’t offer anything further. I’m tired and I’m in a bad mood. It’s been interview after interview all damn day. I’ve answered the same exact questions about Under the Mistletoe a thousand times. I’m exhausted and I just want to get the hell out of here.
“Where is she?” I ask him with more than a little irritation.
“Not sure, she’ll be here though. Hello’s a reputable publication. Hey, mind if I skip out? You’ve got this right? I’ve got some calls to make back at the hotel.” He raises his eyebrows expectantly. I really don’t care, but I entertain the idea of telling him no just because if I’m stuck here, shouldn’t everyone else be miserable too?
In the end, I decide against being a dick. “Yeah, that’s fine. I’m good.”
He nods over to Kenny who is napping in the corner, “Kenny’s here so if you need anything…”
“If she doesn’t show soon though, I’m out.” I interrupt.
“Absolutely! Give her ten or so though alright?” He asks, walking out the door.
“Yep.”
I’ve been in London for 3 days…and I love it here, I really do. But this constant press is getting old. I need a little time off, even just a night. I haven’t been able to enjoy the city.
Nearly ten minutes later, as I’m just about to say forget the interview if she can’t be on time, the door flies open and a stunning brunette strides in. She looks rushed and apologetic. Not to mention out of breath, as though she had been running to make it here.
“I’m so sorry! I know how unprofessional this is…but look!” she waves a little pink slip of paper, “I was pulled over on the way here, and the policeman wouldn’t listen to reason.” Her accent is beautiful, she has pronounced “policeman” in that endearing way the British sometimes do, “pleece-man”
“A thousand apologies Justin,” she carries on, “I understand if you need to go, but if you could stay…” she flashes her ticket and a gorgeous smile, “you would really help pick my day up. It’s been the worst.” She smiles on and waits for my response.
I look her over. A charcoal grey pencil skirt grazes her legs, which are incased in sheer black stockings, just above her knees. A fitted matching blazer rests over a pale pink button up top. She has left the top two buttons open to reveal just a hint of her full breasts. A winking silver charm rests daintily in the soft cleft of her cleavage.
She moves closer to me, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor beneath her. I stand with a smile and speak for the first time, I realize, since she entered the room.
“Don’t worry! It was nice to have a few minutes of quiet, Courtney.”
She seems pleased that I know and have remembered her name and offers her hand. I am astounded by the softness of her skin when I take it. I imagine for a second longer than I should what it would be like to feel her creamy hand wrapped around my cock.
“You’re sweet.” She is relieved at my understanding. “Thank you.”
I watch her settle into the chair across from me in the most graceful, ladylike manner, and feel my cock slowly thickening as my eyes drink her in. Thank god for England…English women are so refined and reserved, so regal…such a challenge.
Her blush pink tongue slips across her full lips once before she dives into her interview, and I spend the rest of our time together watching her mouth, waiting for it to reappear.
When she is through she thanks me, and slips her hand into mine once again. The erection I had fought off earlier returns slightly with her touch.
I slide my eyes over to Kenny, knowing I... <<<<<< N.B from Jumbotweet: auto-truncated at 4K characters on index page - Click here or on the "view" link to see entire jumbotweet! http://www.jumbotweet.com/ltweets/view/9232 - We’re waiting within a maze of hallways deep inside the building where Justin will be doing a slew of interviews for the upcoming album.
I pull him aside, and lower my voice to a whisper, “Okay Justin…we’ve already given these guys the instructions: No questions about your personal life, no questions about the baby stuff, DNA test, what’s her face…none of it. So if they start to bring it up, signal Scooter or myself and we’ll pull them right there. Don’t answer any questions about that shit…it’s over with but they’re going to try.”
I’ve taken a risk by pulling him away from the group into the secluded hallway to discuss this, but we’ve got to cover it.
“Bobbi…” he tries to pull me to him. “When are you going to talk to me?”
I pull away firmly, “I’m talking to you right now Justin.”
“No…” he shakes his head, “You know what I mean.” He tries again to wrap me in his arms, and I want to allow it so badly. I want it more than anything.
“Come on Bobbi, just let me hold on to you for a minute…please? I miss the way you feel.” The sadness in his eyes nearly breaks me, but I stand my ground.
“Just signal one of us and we’ll put a stop to the interview.” I give him a smile to soften the blow before turning to rejoin the rest.
I wish I could say I’m as over him as I pretend to be, and I should be, because it was only one night. But I can’t forget it…he won’t leave me alone. He’s all I think about. And being with him 24 hours a day doesn’t help matters much either. I need to quit this job and get away from him…but I can’t, its Justin. What would I do without him?
He moves past me down the hall on his way to begin his day of press. He is deep in conversation with Scooter, but he grabs my hand and squeezes gently as he passes. I don’t want to let go.
I spend the day watching him banter with stranger after stranger. The way his mouth moves when he speaks, the way he expertly flirts with the female interviewers, the way his soft pink tongue slips out to gently lick his lips now and then, the way his hands sweep across his legs to smooth his jeans every so often…I am happily lost in him all day, waiting close by in case he should need something.
***
Later that night I climb into the shower. I’m going out with a friend from college tonight, I had called her a few weeks ago to let her know that we would be passing through her city and that we should get together. I’m looking forward to a night away from everything…a night away from Justin.
I’m dragging a razor smoothly up my thigh when I hear it. Someone has opened my door and there is no doubt in my mind about who that someone is. Justin is the only person who would be able to talk that flighty bitch at the desk out of my room keycard. But instead of calling out to him, I wait.
I pretend not to notice as he pushes the bathroom door open and ignore it when he slides up on the counter silently.
The curtain is clear but blurry with iridescence, but I know he can see the soapy outline of my body, and against my better judgment, I make the most of this. Arching my legs sexily as I finish shaving and sighing faintly with pleasure as I slowly rinse the shampoo from my hair.
I watch the shape of him from the corner of my eye, he remains still as stone, as though he’s afraid of being discovered too soon and putting an end to his private show.
I slide the curtain open with my eyes closed and feel around the wall for the towel. When I pluck it from its hook I flip my hair casually to the side and dry the ends before finally bringing the soft white Egyptian cotton up to pat my face dry.
The moment I open my eyes I feign shock, and do a pretty damn good job of it. “Justin! What the fuck are you doing?” I wrap the towel around me hurriedly. “How did you get in here? Get out!”
He wears a knowing smile,... <<<<<< N.B from Jumbotweet: auto-truncated at 4K characters on index page - Click here or on the "view" link to see entire jumbotweet! http://www.jumbotweet.com/ltweets/view/9223 - My cell phone jars me from sleep. My eyes shoot to my bedside clock and I am immediately irritated. It’s only 6:16 am!
“Who the hell calls this early?” I mumble aloud as I fumble for my phone.
“Hello?” I rasp with no attempt at all to conceal my annoyance.
“Shay?” my friend sounds distraught, but also a tad excited. “What are you doing?”
“Um…sleeping. Or, I was.”
She ignores me and rushes on. “Have you seen the news yet?”
“No! I was sleeping, I told you that!”
“You need to see it Shay,” she pauses and then adds quietly, “It’s bad.”
I sit up in bed with a start, my mind racing. It’s Justin. It has to be! Something has happened to Justin!
“Is he okay?” I pray for her to give me the answer I am desperate to hear.
“Just turn it on.” She says vaguely.
“Rebecca!” I yell into the phone, nearing hysterics. “Is he fucking okay!?!”
“Yeah, he’s fine as far as I know…nothing like that.”
The air rushes from my lungs with relief as the knot in my stomach loosens slightly.
“But you need to turn it on…and Shay?” she hesitates.
“Yeah?” I am already crossing my bedroom to switch on the tv. As always, I can’t find my remote.
“You need to prepare, it’s not good.”
“Fine!” I hiss, tiring of her dramatics.
I slide my phone shut without bothering to say goodbye and settle in front of the screen.
The anchor is rattling on, but I don’t hear a word he is saying. The graphic hovering beside his overly groomed head is a stock photo of Justin and I at an awards ceremony, and below our faces the words, “Sex Tape Scandal!” scream out in bold text.
My pulse pounds in my ears and I fear I may vomit. “This cannot be happening!” I wail with a choked sob. I want to call Justin, I want to scream accusations and I told you so’s at him, but I find myself unable to move. I hate myself for allowing him to talk me into this monumental mistake.
Tears begin to stream down my face as my mind jumps to that night, and suddenly Justin’s voice rings in my ears as though he is right beside me.
“Come on Shay…it’ll be so fucking hot.” He had coaxed steadying the camera on me.
“Justin, what if it gets out? They always do.” I wasn’t convinced this was a good idea…in fact, I was sure it wasn’t.
He had laughed, “I hope it does! Then the whole world could see my naughty little thing in action. I have to say Shay, it’s beyond impressive to watch you work. Maybe I’ll leak it myself.”
I had argued a little more, knowing it was futile. Justin always gets his way, and that night had been no different. And now look at this fucking mess!
I will my body to move and yank my laptop off of the dresser. I flip open the top in a panic and wait for it to boot up. Once its ready, my fingers fly across the keys, typing in TMZ, of course those bastards will be the first to have all the details.
And sure enough, we are front and center, dominating the homepage. I scan the article quickly, looking for a link. I know it’s got to be there…and yes, there it is. My curser hovers over it as a voice in my head warns me against making this situation worse by watching the video, but I can’t help myself.
My finger presses the tiny button and my head spins sickeningly as I wait for the video to load. Why am I doing this to myself? I know what’s in this video, I was there that night. I had allowed myself to get carried away by Justin and the desire to be a sex goddess for the camera…and Jesus Christ, the things we did. “Oh my god!” I sob once more, realizing the whole world will see this…my family, my friends, my coworkers, the fucking cashier at the grocery store. This will be headlining gossip news for months.
The video loads and the image of Justin and I appears on the screen. The beginning was apparently of no importance, because it has been cut. Instead I find myself staring in muted... <<<<<< N.B from Jumbotweet: auto-truncated at 4K characters on index page - Click here or on the "view" link to see entire jumbotweet! http://www.jumbotweet.com/ltweets/view/9210 - I’m seated on the little uncomfortably understaffed loveseat in my hotel room clicking away on my laptop when Justin walks in without knocking like he owns the place.
“There’s my girl!” He points to me with a little smile and plops down next to me.
“Didn’t know I was lost.” I laugh as I place the laptop on the end table to make room for him. He immediately lays his head in my lap.
“You weren’t…just missed you.” I try to ignore the fact that he looks sexy as hell today…his tight fitting long sleeved black thermal shirt makes his flawless, creamy skin seem to glow… the dark color causes his honey brown eyes to pop. Then again, when doesn’t he look sexy as hell?
I want him badly, and he makes no secret of the fact that he wants me too…but I am far too old for him. 25 in fact, and it just seems too inappropriate…even for me. Not to mention the fact that, in essence, he’s my boss. I’m his PR rep, it’s my job to filter his comments and behavior to the media, which can be trying because, well…he’s 17.
I look down at him, his eyes are closed. He isn’t sleeping, just relaxing in the easy silence between us…silence isn’t something he is able to enjoy very often. I watch his mouth secretly, and marvel once more at its exquisitely perfect shape. I have to stop myself from reaching down to touch his plump bottom lip…I can’t imagine how soft it must be. I long to drag the tip of my tongue slowly across it, tasting him.
I push the thought away with great effort, angry with myself for once again allowing my desire to carry my thoughts into dangerous territory.
“So what do you think Bobbi Baby?” He asks without bothering to open his eyes.
“About what?” I am thankful he has spoken and I can focus on something other than the thoughts in my head.
“I don’t know…” He finally opens his eyes and I am stunned by their beauty all over again…it happens every time I see them. But I must admit, I do a fantastic job of hiding the fact that they take my breath away.
He raises his head from my lap and sits up, “God, you look good today Bobbi…” He brushes my hair away from my neck, “And you’re wearing them.”
He is referring to my earrings. They were a gift from him…I had found a little box nestled on my pillow last night. The note beside it read: Just because. –J
I allow his hand to graze my neck for just a second longer than I should and then move away gently, “Watch it Justin.” I do my best to sound as firm as possible.
“Come on Bobbi…” a little smile tugs at the corners of those goddamn lips of his. “When are you going to admit that you want this just as much as I do?”
When he gets like this, it’s so easy to forget that he’s only 17.
I stand up and grab my purse off the bed, pretending to search inside it for something. I can see him watching me…and the way he looks at me makes me feel weak.
I have to put a stop to this before it goes further than it should.
“Justin…I need to shower and make sure I’m all packed before we leave so…” I nod my head towards the door a little to signal him to leave.
“Our flight doesn’t leave for another…” He looks at his ridiculously overpriced watch, “Three hours Bobbi.”
“Justin…” I repeat, placing my purse back down on the bed with feigned irritation.
“Alright, alright…” He stands and holds his hands up in an ‘I surrender’ manner. “See you in a bit Bobbi Baby.” He flashes me a smile and kisses the air in my direction.
I suddenly don’t want him to go, but I remain silent as he closes the door behind him.
***
I sink into the plush leather chair on the plane and wait for Bobbi to board. Where is she? If she doesn’t make it soon, I’ll have to go look for her.
I turn around and search the tiny plane for Kenny. “Hey!” I call over when I locate him. He cocks his head, asking me what I need without a word.
“Where’s... <<<<<< N.B from Jumbotweet: auto-truncated at 4K characters on index page - Click here or on the "view" link to see entire jumbotweet! http://www.jumbotweet.com/ltweets/view/9168 - “You look amazing!” The sight of Justin stepping through the door has left me unable to manage more than a whisper. He is dressed in a stunning black tux…a ruby bow tie dangles untied from his neck. His hair is slicked up, but looks purposely messy.
He tugs on his jacket lapels and turns to inspect himself in the mirror carefully. I love to watch him get ready. It sexy and almost funny they way he preens. Turning side to side, trying out different smiles for the cameras, stuffing his hands down into his pockets and then out again.
He rakes his hands through his hair, even though it’s just right. “You think? I’m not sure about this tux. Maybe I ought to just…”
I stop him by repeating, “You look amazing.”
He spins on his heel to face me, flashing me a dazzling smile that makes me flush with love and lust. For the first time tonight he takes stock of me. His eyes slowly travel up and down the length of me, taking in the deep red dress I am wearing…it’s cut so low in the front that I must have used an entire case of dress tape to keep it in place. My hair is swept up to reveal glittering garnets in my ears, a gift from Justin of course. My black Manolo’s are hurting my feet already, but I have to admit they look unbelievable. I had my make up done and it’s flawless…but I’m no good at that kind of thing, so I have to take care to make sure it doesn’t need much retouching through the night. There is only a tiny compact of powder and a tube of ‘ruby slippers’ lipstick in my clutch.
“Maddy…” He whispers my name just I had whispered to him a moment ago. “You look beautiful…turn around.”
I slowly spin for him, revealing the back of my dress, which is cut even lower than the front…it rests in loose ripples just below my lower back elegantly.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.” He tells me seriously. But he knows how to be the most charming guy on earth so I never know when he’s sincere and when he’s working me.
I cast my eyes down for a second, embarrassed by his approving scrutiny. But he calls to me once more, “Maddy…” he waits until I look him in the eye. “You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
He steps forward and moves towards me…I allow him to take me in his arms and for a moment I wish we could just stay right here, alone. I wish I could slowly remove his exquisite tuxedo piece by piece, but the car will be here soon, and tonight it important to Justin. He left the Grammy’s empty handed last year…and he wants this one badly.
He kisses me carefully, fully aware that I want to look perfect. Then he nuzzles my neck gently, his soft lips grace my sensitive skin as he breathes me in deeply. “Wait until I get you home.” He sighs before releasing me.
“Wait until I get YOU home…” I tease, “That tux is hot as hell.”
He pulls at his jacket once more and then brings his hand to his chin in his classic ‘look how sexy I am’ pose. “Want me to leave it on tonight?”
“No,” I shake my head, “I want to take it off myself.”
“Naughty girl…” desire has crept into his voice, causing it to be quiet and slightly raspy. “If I win, I’ll have to remember to thank god for my girlfriend’s addiction to my dick.”
“When you win,” I correct him and then laugh, “And you’re an idiot.”
“What? You are! Just trying to keep it real here.” He says innocently. I roll my eyes in response and as if on cue the doorbell rings signaling the limo’s arrival.
“Ready?” He smiles at me, attempting to hide his nervousness.
“Ready.” I nod. He picks up my clutch from the top of the dresser and holds the door open for me. We make our way to the front door side by side, his hand grazing my lower back.
He opens our enormous front door and thanks the driver for waiting, always so polite. He beats the man to the limo and opens the door for me himself. This is... <<<<<< N.B from Jumbotweet: auto-truncated at 4K characters on index page - Click here or on the "view" link to see entire jumbotweet! http://www.jumbotweet.com/ltweets/view/9160 - “This is really nice.” I hiss, tossing down the magazine on the kitchen counter in front of Justin to flip it open to the pictures in question.
He glances down at it and then rolls his eyes and pushes it away. “Here we go.”
The magazine has devoted 3 pages to picture after picture of Justin thoroughly enjoying a beautiful blonde stripper and the lap dance she is giving him.
“Dammit Justin, this is in a NATIONAL MAGAZINE! My family will see this! Do you have any idea how embarrassing that will be?”
He swivels around in his stool to face me, “Sam, no one cares! It’s just another bachelor party…get over it!”
“It’s not just another bachelor party! Because A: You’re you, and the media’s going to hammer this into the ground for at least a month…and B: Look at your hands! They’re all over her! I mean, I always thought that was against the rules but I guess Justin Bieber gets the V.I.P treatment in places like that.”
“I get the V.I.P treatment everywhere I go! “ He says, and I’d like to smack the snotty ego filled look off his face.
I decide to move on to the other thing I’m irritated with him about. Might as well go all out with this argument.
“I want you to stay.” He’s leaving in the morning to promote his new album…and even though I’m furious about the stripper, I still don’t want him to go.
“No Sam…no fucking way.” Justin shakes his head as though the discussion is closed.
“No fucking way?” I repeat to make sure I’ve heard him right.
“Um…Yeah,” He nods, “No. Fucking. Way.”
“I can’t believe you!” I hiss. “You don’t give a damn at all do you?”
“That’s where you’re wrong Sam.” He tosses his cell phone down on the kitchen counter with a little too much force. It skitters off the table and hits the tile with a crack, sending the battery flying out, but he makes no move to retrieve it.
“I can’t stay!” he is yelling now, which doesn’t happen very often. “This is my job Samantha! I’m disappointing 15 million fans if I just say fuck it I’m staying home! This kind of shit is important!”
“What about me?” I scream with a little kick to the stool he is sitting in. “Doesn’t it matter that you’ve only been home for a week as it is! Don’t I matter?” I sound jealous and bratty but I’m too angry to care.
“Come with me then! Problem solved!” he pushes away from the island to stand and knocks over his stool in the process.
“I hate it! You know that!” I hate to travel, and he’s always so busy I end up hanging out in the hotel room 99.9% of the time.
“So don’t blame me then! You act as if I’m running around partying with my friends and fucking groupies!”
“Maybe you are! How would I know?” my hands are now shaking with rage.
“God!” he’s now angrier than I’ve ever seen him…his voice roars though the kitchen and causes me to jump. “You can be such a bitch Samantha! This is my job! Don’t you get that? This is what keeps you in this house that’s five times the size of the one you grew up in!”
He storms over to me, crossing the space between us in a flash. “It’s what keeps you in six hundred dollar heels that match your six thousand dollar bag!”
“Don’t throw that shit up in my face Justin!” I scream back, “I don’t need any of these things! I just want you!”
“So I should just walk away? Leave everything that I’ve worked so fucking hard for behind? Say fuck off to everyone that ever supported and believed in me? Is that what you want?” He pushes me back against the refrigerator, barring me from walking out of the room.
“What if that is what I want Justin? What if I did ask you to give it up for me…would you?” Tears stream down my face and I hate myself for letting him see me cry right now.
“No goddammit! And fuck you for asking me to!” He moves away, releasing me and I immediately shove him aside.
“Leave then Justin…if that’s your answer then you... <<<<<< N.B from Jumbotweet: auto-truncated at 4K characters on index page - Click here or on the "view" link to see entire jumbotweet! http://www.jumbotweet.com/ltweets/view/9146 - Justin places soft kisses just below my ear as he hovers over me in his bed. Up until six days ago, I was a virgin. I had wanted to wait, and Justin, ever the gentleman, never pushed. Never complained, never tried to talk me into anything…he just waited patiently. Each time things would get a little out of control and I would end it, he would collect himself sweetly, and with great effort and that was that. He had never once gotten irritated with me. I love him even more for that.
But a little under a week ago, all of his patience was finally rewarded when I failed to stop myself before the point of no return that night, and I had begged him to finally take what he had wanted for so long. He had happily obliged. And tonight, like every night since then, I find myself in his bed once again.
While I have been a little lost in my own thoughts he has proceeded to work his mouth down from my neck and is now dancing the tip of his tongue against my left nipple. Teasing it with soft flicks and slow sucks until it is so hard that I’m certain it will burst. A single fingertip works my swollen clit with effortless skill until I am breathing heavily and moaning for more.
He slows his hand leaving me more than a little disappointed and raises his head from my breast to look at me. A small smile of triumph tugs at the corners of his beautiful mouth when he sees the desperation that he has brought to me.
“Justin…” I moan, “More.”
But he shakes his head and raises up on his arms to place a deep kiss upon my mouth. I part my lips, waiting for his tongue to slip inside, but once again, I am disappointed and he pulls back.
“Tonight is different Rhiannon…” he tells me in a quiet, sexy voice that betrays how badly he wants me.
“How?” I ask with a little hesitation, this is still all so new to me.
“Do you like it when I make love to you?” He asks, licking my bottom lip gently.
“Yes…” my tongue follows his, “I love it.” I lift my hips just a little, ready for him to finish what he started.
“You’re already very good at it.” He lowers himself just enough to slide his hard shaft against me.
“No I’m….” but he doesn’t let me finish my thought.
“Yes, you’re very good at making love. But tonight…” his deliciously warm tongue laps at my bottom lip once more, “Tonight Rhiannon, I’m going to teach you how to fuck.”
I draw in a surprised breath…both fear and excitement fluttering in my stomach. But he doesn’t give me time to speak.
“You’re going to do just as I tell you, aren’t you?” He rocks his cock against me once more, causing me to sigh with pleasure.
I nod in response, and he must see the anxiety in my eyes because he gives me a tiny but dazzling smile and kisses my cheek. “You know I would never hurt you Rhi.”
Of course I know that…and so I agree to do just as he says, and I give myself over to him completely.
“Get up…” His words are commanding, but his tone is still gentle and kind. Though I don’t know how long this will last.
I rise to my knees on the bed before him…and look at him expectantly, waiting for whatever will come next.
He gets up and stands beside the bed, leaning in to kiss me…”You’re going to put that pretty mouth of yours around my cock now.”
This will be my first time giving head, and I am nervous. I have no idea what I’m doing. But there is nothing in this world I want more than to please Justin. And to be honest, the thought of slipping his dick into my mouth has my head spinning with desire, so with slight trepidation I move my lips to his soft round head. He whispers what he wants before I have a chance to worry over what to do.
“Just lick it for now…” he spirals the tip of his cock around my tongue, instead of the other way around.
My eyes close with pleasure at the impossible softness of his skin, and the little pearl of... <<<<<< N.B from Jumbotweet: auto-truncated at 4K characters on index page - Click here or on the "view" link to see entire jumbotweet! http://www.jumbotweet.com/ltweets/view/9117 - I step through the door, closing and locking it behind me. Resting my suitcase on the floor I take a deep breath and savor the silence of the house. I’m beyond happy to be home. I’ve been out of town visiting a friend for 6 days, and while it was great to see her, I’ve missed Justin more than words can say.
He actually isn’t expecting me until tomorrow, but I was homesick and ready to come home, so I changed my flight at the last minute. I had almost called to tell him, but decided it would be fun to surprise him.
It’s well past midnight, and the absolute quiet tells me I will find him asleep in our bed, so I head down the hall. Relief and excitement floods me as I move through the house, closer to him.
When I enter our room my eyes fall upon him right away. It’s pitch black save the soft glow of the nightlight in the bathroom, which shines in a muted golden haze, spotlighting him.
He is lying on his back in a twisted tangle of sheets. His lips are slightly parted, and his hair is adorably tousled with sleep. The calming sound of his soft rhythmic breathing fills the room.
His skin looks so soft and tan against the white linen. I go to him and caress his stomach, running my fingertips down the downy soft trail of hair just below his bellybutton. Sudden desire springs up inside of me the moment I touch him. 6 days. Jesus, we’ve never gone this long.
He stirs subtly but doesn’t wake, or even come close, so I tug the sheet that covers him away, revealing his soft, sleeping cock.
I pull my clothes off hurriedly and kneel beside the bed. He sleeps on, oblivious of me as I move to take him into my mouth.
I slide my tongue slowly up and down along the sides of his shaft. And while he may not realize I’m here yet, his cock certainly does and immediately begins to thicken under my tongue. I cup his heavy balls in my hand, marveling at their warm silkiness and purse my lips delicately around the smooth head of his dick…sucking gently before sinking down the long length of him.
He stiffens further and moans quietly in his sleep. That one tiny little noise is enough to make my pussy ache with need. His hips lift just a little, pushing deeper into my mouth as another dreamy sigh slips from him.
The fact that I am sucking his cock while he slumbers is so erotic that my head has begun to spin already. I wonder if the feeling of my mouth around him has pushed its way into his dream.
His hand finds me and runs through my hair…but wait---yes, he is still asleep. Low murmurs of pleasure flow from him faster now, so I pick up my pace…bobbing up and down his now pulsing dick until the head nudges the back of my throat.
He suddenly groans my name, “Chantelle…”
I rise from his cock with reluctance and whisper, “Hi.” Giving him a little smile that he cannot see in the darkness.
“You’re home early.” His voice rasps with sleep and sex.
“Surprise!” I place a light kiss upon the tiny bird that perches on his stomach.
“Oh god…” he sounds so relieved, “I missed you…come here.”
I move up his body, my legs on either side of him, hovering just above his cock. His mouth searches out my own and he kisses me with desperate relief.
“I’m getting rid of my alarm clock,” he teases as his tongue plays against my neck, “Wake me up like that every day.”
“I thought you might like that.” I whisper.
“I did…very much.” He wraps his hand around the back of my neck and pulls me into another kiss.
“I couldn’t wait until morning.” I moan, grinding down on his hard cock.
“Dirty girl…” he scolds gently.
“And I was such a good girl before you came along.” I pout with mock regret.
“You still are a good girl, you’re just a whore in the bedroom. No one else can tell…I promise.”
“I should be mad at you for calling me a whore.” I tug his hair lightly and rock against his cock... <<<<<< N.B from Jumbotweet: auto-truncated at 4K characters on index page - Click here or on the "view" link to see entire jumbotweet! http://www.jumbotweet.com/ltweets/view/9032 - “I hate this!” I whisper to myself as I settle into my seat. Justin stands above me shoving my carryon bag into the overhead compartment…ever the gentleman. I hope he hasn’t heard me.
“Well, we should have taken my plane, at least it’s more comfortable.” Yep, he heard me.
“Small planes make me even more nervous Justin.” I lean back and close my eyes, trying to calm down…it isn’t working.
I rise up in my seat a little, allowing Justin to pass me and sit down in the window seat. He pulls his hat down low, attempting to hide his face from the passengers who are still boarding. So far so good, no one has noticed him.
I lean my head on his shoulder as he slumps down in his seat. “I hate this too,” he whispers. “Someone’s going to spot me and then it’s all over, I’ll be signing autographs and smiling for the camera for 9 hours, Haley.”
I immediately feel terrible, “I’m sorry Justin…you’re right. This is stupid. I don’t know why I have to be such a baby about flying.” Really, you’d think I’d be used to it by now.
He back tracks right away, “No…It’s not stupid. I shouldn’t have said that. So you don’t like to fly, no big deal. This is fine! Really!” he smiles at me, but he’s lying. He’s a nervous wreck, he hates to be noticed on a plane, there’s nowhere for him to go. People seem to know that, and they take advantage of it and don’t leave him alone.
Finally, after the captain has made his little speech and the flight attendant has given her safety demonstration, we’re in the air. I fell Justin relax next to me with the knowledge that everyone is safely confined to their seats, but I become more tense as we climb in altitude.
He covers my hand with his own and whispers, “You’re fine…I’m here.” And he’s right, that does make me feel a little better…a little.
After we’ve reached our 35,000 feet and the captain has turned off the seatbelt sign Justin signals for the flight attendant. She leans in close and with a smile asks, “How can I help you sir?” She knows exactly who he is, but has done a wonderful job of diverting the rest of the passengers away from the special guest in first class. Seating us in the far corner, where for the most part we are hidden away.
He flashes her a flirty smile and I roll my eyes inwardly. I’ve learned that it’s just Justin’s nature…not to say he hasn’t ever gone over the line. He has, but only once. I found out about her and made a huge scene that didn’t end well in our bedroom one night. To tell the truth though, the end result was some of the most amazing sex we’ve ever had. But he’s behaved himself perfectly since, and I’ve gotten over it. He’s a guy…a guy with millions of girls lusting after him 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. I’d say one indiscretion is pretty damn good. But I’d never tell him that.
I snap back to reality to catch Justin ordering me a drink. “Let’s get her something to drink…” His eyes dart almost imperceptibly to her name tag, “Sandra…she’s a little bit of a nervous flier so…” he trails off and thinks. “How about a glass of champagne? Hmm? Can you do that for me if it’s not too much trouble?” He speaks to her in his quiet, ‘we’re sharing a little secret’ voice. I almost have to laugh, most girls would be angry with him and his constant flirting, me? I actually find it to be sort of a turn on…I love to watch him turn every woman he sees into a flustered, horny mess.
“Absolutely.” She gives him a smile that clearly says ‘if you’d like to fuck me right here in the aisle that’s fine by me’.
“Thanks Sandra.” He smiles at her once more and then settles back.
“Did you see her?” I whisper as she whisks away to prepare my drink.
“What?” He feigns innocence.
“You had her going…I think she moaned a little with that last smile you gave her.”
He laughs at this, “She did not!”
“Yeah, well maybe... <<<<<< N.B from Jumbotweet: auto-truncated at 4K characters on index page - Click here or on the "view" link to see entire jumbotweet! http://www.jumbotweet.com/ltweets/view/8969 - “I hate this!” I whisper to myself as I settle into my seat. Justin stands above me shoving my carryon bag into the overhead compartment…ever the gentleman. I hope he hasn’t heard me.
“Well, we should have taken my plane, at least it’s more comfortable.” Yep, he heard me.
“Small planes make me even more nervous Justin.” I lean back and close my eyes, trying to calm down…it isn’t working.
I rise up in my seat a little, allowing Justin to pass me and sit down in the window seat. He pulls his hat down low, attempting to hide his face from the passengers who are still boarding. So far so good, no one has noticed him.
I lean my head on his shoulder as he slumps down in his seat. “I hate this too,” he whispers. “Someone’s going to spot me and then it’s all over, I’ll be signing autographs and smiling for the camera for 9 hours, Haley.”
I immediately feel terrible, “I’m sorry Justin…you’re right. This is stupid. I don’t know why I have to be such a baby about flying.” Really, you’d think I’d be used to it by now.
He back tracks right away, “No…It’s not stupid. I shouldn’t have said that. So you don’t like to fly, no big deal. This is fine! Really!” he smiles at me, but he’s lying. He’s a nervous wreck, he hates to be noticed on a plane, there’s nowhere for him to go. People seem to know that, and they take advantage of it and don’t leave him alone.
Finally, after the captain has made his little speech and the flight attendant has given her safety demonstration, we’re in the air. I fell Justin relax next to me with the knowledge that everyone is safely confined to their seats, but I become more tense as we climb in altitude.
He covers my hand with his own and whispers, “You’re fine…I’m here.” And he’s right, that does make me feel a little better…a little.
After we’ve reached our 35,000 feet and the captain has turned off the seatbelt sign Justin signals for the flight attendant. She leans in close and with a smile asks, “How can I help you sir?” She knows exactly who he is, but has done a wonderful job of diverting the rest of the passengers away from the special guest in first class. Seating us in the far corner, where for the most part we are hidden away.
He flashes her a flirty smile and I roll my eyes inwardly. I’ve learned that it’s just Justin’s nature…not to say he hasn’t ever gone over the line. He has, but only once. I found out about her and made a huge scene that didn’t end well in our bedroom one night. To tell the truth though, the end result was some of the most amazing sex we’ve ever had. But he’s behaved himself perfectly since, and I’ve gotten over it. He’s a guy…a guy with millions of girls lusting after him 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. I’d say one indiscretion is pretty damn good. But I’d never tell him that.
I snap back to reality to catch Justin ordering me a drink. “Let’s get her something to drink…” His eyes dart almost imperceptibly to her name tag, “Sandra…she’s a little bit of a nervous flier so…” he trails off and thinks. “How about a glass of champagne? Hmm? Can you do that for me if it’s not too much trouble?” He speaks to her in his quiet, ‘we’re sharing a little secret’ voice. I almost have to laugh, most girls would be angry with him and his constant flirting, me? I actually find it to be sort of a turn on…I love to watch him turn every woman he sees into a flustered, horny mess.
“Absolutely.” She gives him a smile that clearly says ‘if you’d like to fuck me right here in the aisle that’s fine by me’.
“Thanks Sandra.” He smiles at her once more and then settles back.
“Did you see her?” I whisper as she whisks away to prepare my drink.
“What?” He feigns innocence.
“You had her going…I think she moaned a little with that last smile you gave her.”
He laughs at this, “She did not!”
“Yeah, well maybe... <<<<<< N.B from Jumbotweet: auto-truncated at 4K characters on index page - Click here or on the "view" link to see entire jumbotweet! http://www.jumbotweet.com/ltweets/view/8966 - “What do you think?” Karli holds her hair up off of her neck, displaying the diamond earrings I presented her with at dinner.
“Beautiful.” I confirm with a smile.
“They really are!”She agrees. “Thank you so much Justin…I love them.”
“Oh! You meant the earrings. Yeah…they’re pretty too.”
“Oh my god, you and your lines.” she laughs. God, how I love to make her laugh…it’s my favorite sound in the world.
I pull off my shirt and relax back down onto my bed. “You like my lines.”
“You’re right, I do.” She crawls in next to me, and I curl my body around her, pulling her in close. My eyes grow heavy with pleasure as I breathe her in.
“You smell so good.” I murmur.
“I’m not wearing anything.” She tells me, lacing her fingers through my own.
“I know that.” I bury my face in the crook of her neck and draw in another deep breath.
After a while she turns to face me. I cross my eyes at her and smile with great satisfaction when it makes her laugh.
She looks sleepy, so I ask her if she would like me to take her home.
“Not yet.” She whispers, bringing her lips to mine in a slow kiss. She sighs softly as my tongue slips into her mouth to play with her own. The tiny noise makes my heart pound and causes the blood to rush to my cock, it is a hard as a rock and throbbing within seconds. Even after all this time, I am amazed by what she can do to me all over again every time.
I can feel her nipples, already standing hard at attention dragging across my chest through the sheer white fabric of her dress.
I am overwhelmed by my need to touch her, and she parts her legs, welcoming me, as I slip my hand under her dress. I drag my fingertips slowly up the creamy skin of her inner thigh until I reach my destination.
She is so wet already, her satin folds of skin are slick and slightly swollen with her desire. The moment I dip my fingers into her she moans with delight, biting down on her bottom lip. I can’t take my eyes off her as I move inside of her, pushing in and out of her gently. Her eyes are closed, her left hand rests close to her mouth, her right twisting in the sheets of my bed. I sweep my thumb against her clit and work in and out of her…my entire hand drips with her, and I long to bring my fingers to my mouth to taste her…but she is so hot inside and the silky walls of her drenched pussy grip my fingers so tightly, I cannot bear to leave her, even for a second.
I move to hover about her, looking down at her as her moans grow more intense…I want nothing more than to make her cum.
Her eyes drift open and she looks up at me, her lips part and she calls my name. It falls from her lips, riding on a sexy purr of lust…it sounds so perfect that it actually hurts. I want her so badly…I ache to slip inside of her, to feel her open up and accept me into her, to feel her warmth surrounding my cock as I slide in and out of her, to…Oh god, I have to stop.
Suddenly, she reaches up and drags her hands through my hair, pushing my father down her body gently. I move to take her nipple into my mouth, but she continues to push me down. I drag the tip of my tongue against her belly button…still moving my fingers inside of her. I kiss the lush skin of her stomach, but she pushes me farther still. I raise my eyes to her to find she’s watching me.
“Just for a minute Justin…” She moans. My head spins with urgent desire. This is a first, we’ve never gone this far before, she isn’t ready. And although I want her so badly it has brought me to my knees more than once, I never push her. She is worth the wait.
I brush my lips against her skin but go no further. After a moment she moans my name again and repeats, “Just for a minute.” nearly begging this time.
My eyes are still locked on her’s. “Are you sure?” My stomach is knotted and fluttering at the thought of... <<<<<< N.B from Jumbotweet: auto-truncated at 4K characters on index page - Click here or on the "view" link to see entire jumbotweet! http://www.jumbotweet.com/ltweets/view/8962 - I’m sitting at a red light when my cell rings. I figure it’s my mom, calling to remind me of the things she asked me to pick up at the store, but I don’t recognize the number.
“Hello?” I glance up at the light, ensuring it hasn’t turned green.
“Do you remember what I told you Megan?” I know who it is right away, and I also know what he’s asking about, but I don’t answer his question right away.
“Justin?” My heart is pounding…I haven’t heard from him since my family’s vacation to the Bahamas 6 months ago…but I hadn’t expected to either. I had known that it would be a one time thing from the start...but maybe I had been wrong.
“Do you remember what I told you? That you would never let anyone else fuck you like I did that night?” His voice is quiet and the memory flashes in my mind, causing me to blush.
“Yes, I remember.” My voice shakes with desire.
“And have you behaved yourself Megan?”
“Of course I have Justin.” It’s the truth, I wouldn’t think of going against something he told me.
“My Megan is such a good girl.” The way he stakes his claim over me is an incredible turn on, though I’m not sure why.
“I’m coming to see you…its been too long, and I’ve been thinking about you. I don’t think one night was enough time for me to enjoy you properly.” I can’t believe this is happening, I had expected to never hear from him again.
“When?” The light changes and I press the gas, cradling the phone against my shoulder.
“How does tonight sound?” Is he serious?
“Tonight sound perfect.” I tell him, a ridiculously excited smile spreads across my face.
“I thought it might…” He sounds delighted. He goes through the details quickly of when and where I should meet him.
It turns out he has a room at a hotel near my house and wants me there around ten. The clock tells me its only 5:30, the hours will drag by, I know.
I stop at the store for my mom as planned, grinning like an idiot the entire time I grab eggs and milk and bread and whatever else off the shelves. Then I head home, carry the groceries into the house for her and dart off to my room to prepare.
After a long bath, and several frustrating decisions on what to wear I’m ready. I want to look casual, so I’m wearing my favorite jeans, a white fitted t and a pair of red heels. Faux ruby chandelier earrings dangle from my ear beautifully, so I pull my hair into a messy bun to show them off.
When at last, my makeup is done…looking minimal but just right, I grab my phone to check the time. 9:30.
I yell to my mom that I’m heading out to meet a friend and jump in my car. My stomach flutters and knots with nervous anticipation. I can almost smell him and feel him already.
I pull into the hotel’s parking lot and find a space. I lock up and head in, going over what he told me to tell the desk so they will let me up. I wanted a little more time to calm my nerves, but sooner than I would have thought, I’m standing in front of his suite, knocking on the door.
It swings open right away…he was waiting for me. This brings another smile to my face.
“My Megan…let me look at you.” He holds me at arm’s length. And he has called me his again, which I love more than you could ever know.
He looks me over and then pulls me close, kissing me gently on the lips. “I missed you.” This surprises me for some reason.
“I missed you too Justin.” God, how I missed him, but I hadn’t known until this very moment how much.
“Say you’re my girl Megan.” His words fall warmly against my neck.
“I’m your girl Justin…you know that.”
“Always?” He nuzzles against me.
“Always.”
He sighs happily and leads me farther into his beautiful suite. “Would you like something to eat? We could order room service.”
I’m not hungry in the least…all I can think about is the things he did to me before, and how badly I want him to do them... <<<<<< N.B from Jumbotweet: auto-truncated at 4K characters on index page - Click here or on the "view" link to see entire jumbotweet! http://www.jumbotweet.com/ltweets/view/8926 - Justin opens the car door for me and I slip inside, allowing myself one small sigh of upset before he climbs in beside me.
He puts the key in the ignition but doesn’t turn the car on. Instead he turns to face me, “They hated me.”
“No! They didn’t hate you! That’s ridiculous Justin!” We’ve just been to dinner with my parents, they’d wanted to meet him. I had been worried that it wouldn’t go well, and I had been right to worry. Dinner was a disaster.
“Okay maybe they didn’t hate me, but they sure as hell didn’t like me.” He shrugs his shoulders as if he doesn’t really care. But I know better. I know he wanted them to like him, and my heart breaks for him.
I can’t lie to him, “No. I think you’re probably right, but you’ve heard enough stories from me…you know how they are.”
“That comment your dad made, ‘We would prefer Jazmine to be with a man of color, someone with a shared cultural history.’ Man of color? Shared cultural history? Who the hell talks like that?”
He pulls out of the restaurant parking lot and heads in the direction of his place. “Want to stay with me tonight, or do you want me to take you home?” He asks.
“Your place. And I know Justin, my dad was an asshole and I’m sorry.” His right hand rests on the gear shift and I place my own over it.
“You do have to apologize for anything Jaz…” He smiles over at me so sweetly that I am overcome with the desire to go home and scream at my idiot parents until dawn.
“They’ll come around…I mean, come on, who doesn’t like you?” I joke, trying to make him laugh but it doesn’t work.
“We’ll see.” He replies, unconvinced.
A short while later he slides the key in the lock and holds his front door open for me. I head to the kitchen, “I’m getting something to drink…want something?”
“No, I’m good. But I picked up some of that weird ass pop you like earlier, it’s in the fridge.” He calls to me.
“It’s not weird ass pop Justin…it’s Diet Squirt! You’re the weird ass for not liking it!” I laugh.
He steps into the kitchen, smiling now, the sting of our failed meeting with my parents has started to fade a little. “Diet Squirt…who the hell drinks Diet Squirt?”
“I do!” I crack one open and take an exaggerated sip just to be smart.
He raises his eyebrows and gives me an ‘okay weirdo’ look, that makes me laugh.
I place the can on the counter, “What do you want to do tonight?”
He settles into a stool and spins his cell on the counter, keeping it going with gentle taps of his finger. “I don’t know…what do you want to do?”
“I don’t know either, but let’s stay in…I’m kind of tired.”
“Yeah, me too.” He agrees with a little nod.
We think for a little longer and then he snaps his fingers, “Hot tub?”
“Perfect.” I’m already heading into his room to grab the bikini that I keep in his top drawer. The idea of relaxing down into the warm water sounds wonderful after the night we’ve had.
When I step out onto the deck he has already removed the cover and flipped the switch to activate the jets. His arms are stretched out along the rim of the Jacuzzi, his head resting back, his gaze lifted to the sky although it was overcast today and there are no stars to see tonight.
“What are you looking at?” I ask him.
He raises his head up to face me, “The sky.”
“But why?” I point upwards, “No stars.”
“So? Stars are beautiful, but the sky’s got a pretty great thing going even without them. It’s just so…” He trails off, searching for the right word.
“Vast?” I volunteer.
He smiles and cocks his head to the side a little in that incredibly endearing way of his. “Yes…vast is exactly what I was looking for.”
His eyes leave my own and wander down my body slowly, “Never get rid of that bikini Jaz. Never.”
He gives me a smile, my favorite one. He has the most expressive face and at least twenty different smiles, but this... <<<<<< N.B from Jumbotweet: auto-truncated at 4K characters on index page - Click here or on the "view" link to see entire jumbotweet! http://www.jumbotweet.com/ltweets/view/8916 - “So, here is your schedule. And this is your locker combination.” The secretary hands me a tiny scrap of paper with several numbers printed on it. Why do they always give it to you on the smallest piece of paper possible? It’s as if they want you to lose it and have to look like an idiot asking for a new one.
“Be sure and stop in and let me know how your first day went! And welcome to Lakeview!” She means well, but right, I’ll be sure to cozy up with the staff in the office.
“Okay!” I hold up my papers with a smile signaling that I’m all set. “Thanks!”
I turn and scoot out of the office before she can say anything more and set about navigating the halls looking for my first class that is apparently in room 118. Wherever the hell that is.
Before I know it, the halls are empty and I’m still roaming around trying to find it. Which of course means I’ll get to enter the room late, after everyone is seated. You know, that fantastic moment when you walk in late and everyone turns to look at you when you open the door? Can’t wait.
“Where the fuck is 118?” I groan out loud with an exasperated sigh.
“I love it when a pretty girl says fuck…very sexy. Turns me on every time.” A voice says behind me.
I turn with surprise to face him. “I thought I was alone…sorry.”
Jesus, they didn’t make ‘em like this back home. He stands before me, a little smile gracing his lips as though we share a secret. He has the most beautiful lips I have ever seen, and I have to stop myself from reaching out to run my fingertips against his neck…it looks so incredibly soft and I want to touch it badly.
His eyes are soft and the color of caramel…they shine in the otherwise dim hallway of the school. His hair is swept up, held in place with some sort of product. I would hate this on any other guy, I hate when they spend too much time on themselves, but on him? On him it looks easy and casual. Perfect.
He wears a red plaid button up, untucked…sleeves pushed up over his elbows. And faded dark denim jeans, a frayed hole rests just above his knee. Pristine white and red high-tops adorn his feet, laced loosely.
I realize with a start that I’ve been staring at him, my eyes traveling up and down him, taking him in slowly. And here’s what gets me…he just stands there with complete confidence and lets me. He doesn’t try to speak or make conversation at all, he just allows me to drink him in for as long as I want.
Of course, now that I have caught myself doing it, I immediately stop with embarrassment and smile up at him. “Hey, I can’t find 118, which is amazing since it’s my first day and now I’ll get to walk in alone. Can you point me in the right direction?”
“I can do better than that,” he takes the books and papers from my arms without a word. “I’m in 118 this period too.” He drops his voice to a whisper, “But I’m still gonna make you walk in by yourself.”
I smile and adjust my bag, “Oh yeah?” I’m not worried, I somehow know he won’t.
“Yeah…unless you can do me a favor. Do you think you can do me a favor?” The way he speaks makes my stomach flutter.
“Well, I don’t know…what did you have in mind?”
He slips his hand around my waist and guides me back against the wall of lockers. He brings his lips close to mine and I realize I’m breathing heavily, desire pours from me. I have never wanted anything or anyone so desperately…and I don’t even know his name.
I am expecting him to kiss me and my eyes drift closed, waiting for him. His mouth still so close to my own that I can almost taste the mint from the gum that must be in his mouth, but instead of kissing me he whispers his request, “Say fuck one more time for me.”
The word slips past my lips without hesitation…
A slow smile appears on his lips, “Very nice. See? What did I tell you? Every time.” His voice is quiet, and I... <<<<<< N.B from Jumbotweet: auto-truncated at 4K characters on index page - Click here or on the "view" link to see entire jumbotweet! http://www.jumbotweet.com/ltweets/view/8909 - “Why do you insist on leaving your dirty clothes lying on the floor right in front of the hamper? Really Justin, is it that difficult to actually put them where they go?” I hold up a pair of his jeans as evidence.
He looks up at me from his place on the couch, “The cleaning lady comes tomorrow Samantha…just leave them.”
He has had more money than he knows what to do with for far too long, but I haven’t and damn…just put your clothes away! Why wait for someone else to do it for you?
“Her name is Linda, and no I’m not leaving them for her!” I toss them on to his lap… “Put them in the hamper Justin.” I can’t believe we’re having this stupid argument, we sound like an old married couple, and we’re not even married for god’s sake.
He moves his leg just enough for the jeans to fall to the floor, “I will.”
“No you won’t.” I snatch them from the ground and start back into our bathroom to throw them into the basket myself.
“I said I would do it Sam, stop being such a bitch about it.” He calls after me.
I spin around on my heel, “What did you just call me?” I was irritated before, but now I’m pissed.
He rolls his eyes, further fueling my fury, “I didn’t call you a bitch, I said you’re BEING a bitch. There’s a difference.”
“The hell there is! It’s really simple Justin…just stop being ridiculous and I’ll stop “BEING” a bitch.”
He stretches out a little more on the couch, “Whatever.”
I sigh heavily with exaggerated frustration. “Another thing, thanks for letting me know you were inviting people over last night! I love coming home to a houseful of your friends with no warning!” My words drip with sarcasm.
“Who cares Sam? Why do you feel the need to make such a scene about shit like this?” He sits up, but still looks casual and relaxed. This drives me crazy…he almost never gets worked up about anything.
“Oh, I’m sooo sorry! Didn’t mean to make a scene over it. Please accept my apology!” I beg for forgiveness in a snotty tone.
“Sure babe,” he winks, “Apology accepted.” He must think he’s hilarious.
I throw my hands up and storm out of the room. Halfway down the hall, however, I remember something else and return.
“Did you pick up my dress from the dry cleaners like I asked you to?”
The look on his face tells me right away that he didn’t. “I asked Kenny to do it, he said he’d bring it by in the morning.”
“Are you serious right now?”
“What? You don’t even need it until Saturday!” He seems shocked that this would annoy me.
“God Justin! What the fuck is wrong with you?” I stride towards him and yank the remote from his hand, pressing the off button before sending it flying across the room.
“What the fuck is wrong with YOU Samantha? You’re acting like a fucking bitch over stupid things.” He stands and starts to leave the room.
“Oh now I’m a fucking bitch…I’m moving up in the world aren’t I?” I seethe, even though I know he’s right. I am being a bitch over stupid things.
“Guess so.” He continues to walk away, but I follow.
“Don’t walk away from me Justin.” I snap.
He turns to face me and I nearly run into him, I wasn’t expecting him to actually stop. “I’m going to go out for a little while, and hopefully when I come back you won’t be storming around here like Hitler anymore.”
Now I’m Hitler? I almost laughed at the thought…almost.
“Justin…I just don’t understand you sometimes! I mean why…”
He doesn’t let me finish, “Why what? I’m really sorry that you have it so fucking bad around here Sam…really I am. I mean, look at the horrible life you’re forced to live!” He holds his arms out, indicating around the room. “Look at this beautiful house we have to live in, and I know how difficult it must be to decide between hundreds of designer outfits every morning!”
He continues his tirade, but already I feel like an idiot. “And all the trips we... <<<<<< N.B from Jumbotweet: auto-truncated at 4K characters on index page - Click here or on the "view" link to see entire jumbotweet! http://www.jumbotweet.com/ltweets/view/8859 - “I have to tell you Paige, that dress is hot as hell.” Justin eyes the buttery yellow satin and lace that flows Around my legs.
“Better keep your eyes on the road babe.” I pretend to not be interested in turning him on at all. I’m still a little angry for the way he flirted with everything in a skirt at the party.
“I’m watching.” He points to his eyes and then to the road to make his point.
“So you like my dress?” I ask him in a soft, sexy whisper.
He doesn’t respond, but a little smile plays across his lips as he continues to focus on the road.
I’ve decided his punishment for his behavior at the party. I plan to get him incredibly turned on and then when he is out of his mind with the need to have me…I’m going to shut him down and go to bed. I smile inwardly, proud of myself.
“I bet you’d really like what’s underneath.” I tease.
“What’s underneath?” He slides his gaze over to watch me tug gently on my dress. I raise the hem slowly to reveal the white garter belt that is holding my thigh highs in place.
“If I’d known you were wearing those at the party, I would have taken you into the bathroom.” He reaches over and runs his hand along my inner thigh.
I pretend to pout, “Damn.”
He moves his hand to snap the elastic of my panties gently, “Take these off.”
I slide them down my thighs and hold them up to him, letting them dangle from my fingertip.
He plucks them out of my hand and tosses them into the backseat, “Much better.”
Although we’re almost home I inch a little closer to him and begin to stroke his cock through the faded denim that covers it. It thickens and strains against my hand, as though trying to break free on its own accord.
He moans a little as I increase the pressure. “Oh!” I whisper with surprise into his ear, “You like that?”
He reaches down and unbuttons his pants, popping the buttons open with ease as he steers with one hand.
I slip my hand inside and withdraw his cock. It pulses in my palm, the tip glistens with his growing desire. I begin to pump my fist gently up and down his shaft, twisting just a little in the way he likes it.
His tongue dances along his lips with delight, soft moans falling from them every few seconds as he begins to enjoy himself.
I continue to work my hand up and down, and lower my mouth to it…snaking the tip of my tongue out to flick against his head.
He takes hold of my hair gently and lifts his hips to bring his dick closer to my mouth.
By the time we pull into out driveway I have allowed him to slide into my mouth all the way and am spoiling the underside of his cock with my tongue, my lips wrapped tight around it as I move up and down the length of it.
He pushes the button on the remote and the garage door begins its descent as he relaxes back into his seat to fully appreciate the head I am giving him. “God Paige…that’s so good.” He praises with a groan of pleasure, “That’s so fucking good.”
He has no idea what’s coming…and the thought is thrilling.
I lift my head, my mouth longs for the warmth of him to be back inside of it in spite of myself and the little game I am playing. “Lets go inside.” I sigh, placing tiny kisses along the smooth skin of his lower stomach.
He quickly fastens two of the buttons on his fly, leaving the rest open, throws his keys on the dash and climbs out. I don’t wait for him to open my door, and lead the way into the house.
Once inside I lean against the hallway wall and pull him into a kiss, running my hands under his shirt to graze my nails against his chest. He groans with more than a hint of desperation as I push him to his knees.
“What do you want Baby girl?” He likes to hear me say it…he can’t get enough of hearing the obscene things I want from him. And Baby girl? He only calls me this when he wants me…badly. Yes, I am extremely pleased... <<<<<< N.B from Jumbotweet: auto-truncated at 4K characters on index page - Click here or on the "view" link to see entire jumbotweet! http://www.jumbotweet.com/ltweets/view/8847 - “Julienne…what are you doing right now?” Justin begins to speak as soon as I pick up the phone. There is never a greeting with him. He gets to the point of why he’s calling right away.
“Sitting in Biology,” I whisper into the phone. “And if my professor sees that I’m on the phone, I’m screwed.”
“Why did you answer then?” He whispers back.
A smile creeps across my lips, “Because it was you.” My answer is simple, but completely true. I never miss an opportunity to hear his voice.
“Come over.” He’s still whispering, as though he is the one sitting in class.
“ Now? I’m coming over later today remember?” I slide down in my seat a little further, thankful I chose a seat in the back of the auditorium today.
“Yeah…right now.” He is not just whispering anymore, he is speaking in his ‘I want to fuck’ whisper. God, I love that whisper.
“No, I can’t…but I’ll be done here in less than an hour, so I’ll…”
“Jules,” he cuts me off, “Now.”
I am already gathering my things before I realize what’s happening, “Okay, twenty minutes.” I sigh into the phone, feigning annoyance.
“See? You can’t fight me…why do you try?” He teases.
“Fuck you…” I tease back, “Oh, and Justin…”
“Hmmm?” There’s that whisper again.
“Don’t start without me.” I slide my phone closed and stand, snaking through desks trying to make my way out without being noticed.
“Excuse me?” Mr. Pickford calls to me. “Going somewhere?”
“Yes, sorry…” I hold up my phone as I push open the door, “Family emergency!”
He starts to respond, but the door slams closed and I don’t catch what he says. And frankly, I don’t care.
A little less than half an hour later, I pull into Justin’s drive. The gate raises and Ben, the security guard perched in his little booth waves me through with a smile.
I slip my key in the door and enter Justin’s immaculate home…it is quiet today, which is unusual. And I sense right away that we are alone and the thought makes my stomach flip with anticipation.
I make my way towards the master bedroom in the back of the house, my low heels clicking against the fine Spanish tile that covers the floors.
I push open the door to find him snuggled down in his massive bed, seemingly asleep beneath a sea of creamy ivory linen. But when he hears the door he rolls over to face me.
“Hey,” he smiles, “You’re late.”
“And you’re impatient.” I toss my bag onto the floor and slip my shoes off before climbing into bed with him.
He holds the blankets back to allow me to slide in next to him. I curl myself in close to him, and he breathes in deeply. “You smell so fucking good.” He sighs.
“You know what?” I ask him as he presses against me, “I love when you cuss.”
“What?” he laughs a little and kisses my neck softly.
“I do. You do it very well…you make it sound elegant somehow, but at the same time you sound so dirty.”
“Yeah?” He continues to trail gentle kisses against my skin, as I begin to sigh beneath his lips.
“Yeah…” I confirm with a moan.
I can feel him growing hard against the small of my back, and I slide up the bed a bit, bringing the hard length of him against my ass so that I can properly grind against it.
He slips his hand under my shirt and effortlessly removes my breasts from my bra to run his fingertips along my nipples.
I reach behind me to rake my fingers through his hair and pull his lips back to my neck.
“Maybe I should put my dirty mouth to work then?” He breathes against my flesh, as he abandons my nipples to slip his hand down the front of my jeans.
“Maybe you should.” I reach down to unbutton them, but he has already done it.
“I think I will…” he dips a finger into me, and I am surprised by how incredibly wet I am already. He pushes in and out of me at a gentle pace for a moment and then retreats to lift my shirt over my head.
He tosses it and my bra... <<<<<< N.B from Jumbotweet: auto-truncated at 4K characters on index page - Click here or on the "view" link to see entire jumbotweet! http://www.jumbotweet.com/ltweets/view/8815 - “Come on Brittany…smile for the camera.” Justin’s finger darts to the zoom button and the lens closes in on me.
I smile, in spite of myself, forever unable to deny him, but still I protest. “We shouldn’t…what if it gets out Justin?”
“We’ll burn it…” he assures me. Then adds with a naughty smile, “After I watch it a few times of course.”
“I bet that’s what everyone says right before they make a sex tape…then the next thing you know, I’m plastered all over the internet with THE Justin Bieber’s dick in my mouth.”
“Oh…so you want to put my dick in your mouth, huh?” he places the camera on the dresser, facing us, and crawls onto the bed.
“That’s not what I meant…” I know this is futile, but still I argue. This is a terrible idea.
“Yes it is…” his voice is now a whisper as he climbs on top of me, kissing my neck softly.
“You’re so fucking sexy Brit…it’s about time I get you on tape…it’s time for your debut.”
His hand wanders to my breasts. His thumb grazes my nipple softly through the black satin that covers it, causing it to immediately stand at attention.
“My debut?” I laugh softly, but he ignores me. His tongue slips gently into my mouth and curls against my own, and I moan and arch my back involuntarily. I can feel the hard length of him pressing against my thigh and I know it is over…he will most definitely get his way. And I, for my part, decide to put on a hell of a show.
I push him off of me and move to my knees, looking him straight in the eyes seductively while I tug on the button of his pants and lower his zipper.
His cock stands hard and strong before me and I turn him to a better angle for the camera and whisper, “Smile pretty for the camera, Justin.”
He groans with pleasure and tangles his fingers in my hair to guide my mouth to him. But I resist and purr is my sexiest voice, “Tell me what you want Justin….where do you want to put it?”
“Right here…” he taps my lips with the swollen tip. “Put it in your mouth and suck it like a good girl.”
I allow him to slip it past my lips and tickle the soft underside with my tongue as I sink down on it. He moans loudly as he pushes inside. The sound makes my stomach clench with desire as my clit begins its gentle ache that will only grow worse.
I draw him in deeply, but he is big and there is at least an inch or two that won’t fit into my mouth. I wrap my fist around his shaft and pump gently…following behind my mouth as I work his dick with everything I have. It’s slippery from my mouth and my hand glides up and down his silken skin with ease.
The sounds that he is making are unimaginably erotic, and are becoming more frantic as he thrusts into my mouth…I want to make him cum. I crave the feeling of his salty cum landing on my tongue and then rolling down my throat. But I know him, and I know he will most likely make me wait for this. He likes to take his time.
And true to form, he pulls from my mouth when he draws too close, and pushes me back to rest on the pillows. He positions me just right, displaying me to the camera, his fist gently rising and falling against his cock…slow strokes as he looks me over for a moment.
I slide my hand down my stomach and circle my clit as I wait for him. This elicits a soft sigh of longing from Justin, so I continue. Increasing the pressure just enough to make me moan quietly, my hips rising and falling softly beneath my own touch.
He bites down on his plump bottom lip when I ease one finger into my dripping pussy and work it in and out, making him crazy.
With this his closes in on me and begins to cover my clit with quick flicks of his tongue, while my fingers move in an out at a faster clip. He sucks it into his mouth and I remove my fingers, crying out as I grab his hair, holding him firmly in place, but he stops right away and raises his... <<<<<< N.B from Jumbotweet: auto-truncated at 4K characters on index page - Click here or on the "view" link to see entire jumbotweet! http://www.jumbotweet.com/ltweets/view/8748 - "Are you almost ready Chantelle?" Justin calls to me impatiently. Though I can tell from his tone that he is trying to mask his irritation.
"In a minute!" I reply, straightening my skirt.
We're on our way to a costume party in honor of Halloween, but I haven't revealed to him what I'm going as, despite the fact he's been asking me relentlessly for over a week.
I survey myself in the mirror, pleased with how my costume has come together. I'm dressed in a red and black plaid skirt and a white button up shirt. A skinny cranberry colored tie hangs loosely around my neck. Sheer white knee socks incase my legs, leading to a pair of red heels, and my hair is pulled neatly into two high pigtails. I am a naughty school girl. He will most certainly love it.
I swing open our bedroom door and emerge with a sexy smile. His eyes run over me slowly for a moment before he whispers, "Forget the party, we're staying home."
He moves to take me in his arms, but I dodge him and laugh, "Let's go J."
He looks sexy as hell in his dark pin stripe suit. And with the fedora that rests on his head, and prop Tommy gun held in his hand he fits the bill of a 1920's bank robber incredibly well.
He gives in a turns to leave. Watching him walk away in his familiar slow, relaxed gait I want to stay and let him take me right there in the hallway, but a night of prolonged sexual tension and anticipation will make for an amazing night when we return. So I follow him and say nothing to hint at the fact that I want him too.
He runs his hands up my thigh as we settle in the car, licking his lips in frustration...but pulls out of the garage anyway.
An hour later, after mingling around the party we find each other alone in our host's spacious kitchen. He immediately presses me against the counter. His hand slips up my skirt to toy with me through the simple white cotton bikini cuts I am wearing. My clit begins to ache with need the moment he touches it.
"Wait until I get you home Chantelle..." He whispers into my ear. A soft moan escapes me as my eyes drift closed.
He slips past the cotton and dips his finger into my already wet pussy. "I'm going to tear you apart."
I can feel his cock, now swollen and rock hard pressed against my hip as he teases me and I long for him to lift me onto the counter and slip it inside. But there are people milling everywhere throughout the house and I know this is impossible.
He works his warm tongue into my mouth, driving me crazy with the tip of it and then walks away, leaving me breathless with desire.
I return to the living room after collecting myself to find him talking with our friend who is throwing the party, seemingly deep in conversation. But he slides his eyes over to meet my own every few second, reminding me of how badly he wants me.
I can take it no longer and head in his direction. "Justin, I know it's early, but I'm not feeling well...do you think we could go?"
He looks at me with concern, "Sure baby, are you alright?" He knows what I'm doing but plays his part perfectly.
"I just think I need to lay down."
He nods and turns to our host, "Sorry man, you don't mind do you?"
He shakes his head, "No! Not at all...get her home. Get some rest Chantelle."
We say our goodbyes to the rest of the guests and head out.
The moment we slide into the car I'm on him...stroking his hardening cock through the fabric of his suit. He welcomes my touch and pulls me in with a quiet moan.
I pull his beautiful cock free and relish the warmth of it against my skin as I stroke it.
"Lift your skirt." He demands, pulling away from the curb.
I obey and he reaches over with little trouble to play with my clit lightly through my panties. I lean down and suck gently on the soft tip... <<<<<< N.B from Jumbotweet: auto-truncated at 4K characters on index page - Click here or on the "view" link to see entire jumbotweet! http://www.jumbotweet.com/ltweets/view/8703 - “This one, or this one?” I hold up two corsets for Justin to decide between.
“Both.” He says without a moment’s hesitation.
I nod and hand them to him. He adds them to the collection of lingerie that is piled in his arms.
We walk around the shop a little while longer. Picking through garter belts and thigh highs to complete the outfits I am about to try on.
“These are definitely coming home with us.” He picks up a pair of neon pink fishnets.
“Seriously?” I laugh.
“Hell yes I’m serious! These are hot as hell!” He gives me a sexy smile.
We make our way to the dressing rooms, signaling the woman behind the counter that I need her to unlock a room.
She smiles and gives us the usual sales, ‘Oh! Beautiful choices!’ bullshit.
He attempts to join me, but I push him away with a little laugh. “Behave yourself…”
“Come on Courtney.” He gives me a little pout.
I shake my head and gesture for him to sit down and wait.
Justin settles in the plush chair that waits outside the dressing room as I step inside, shut the door and undress.
I slip into a red camisole first, adjusting my breasts into the cups to create some fairly amazing cleavage.
I survey myself in the mirror before opening the door to ask Justin’s opinion.
“Absolutely!” He looks me over, lust creeping into his gaze already.
I retreat, shaking my ass a little for him as I do.
“Cock tease!” He stage whispers as I close the door.
I take it off, return in to its hanger and move on to the ivory corset, tighten the lace ribbons that run down the sides and then emerge.
“Shit…” he whispers as he drinks me in. He likes this one as well.
Several outfits later, he is in a quiet frenzy. But he handles himself well at all times, and no one else would be able to tell…but I see it clearly in his eyes.
I’m rather enjoying myself…I love to get him going, so I survey the few I have left to try, to decide which he will like best.
When my eyes land on it, I know without a doubt that it’s the one. Its black leather edged in hot pink lace. It cinches my waist in tightly and displays my breasts beautifully.
I take the pink fishnets Justin wanted so badly and slip them on. They are made of incredibly fine silk and glide up my legs softly. I step back into the black pumps I had worn into the store and then slowly open the door.
He licks his lips the second he sets eyes on me. “Oh fuck…why do you do this to me Court?” his voice drips with desire.
“Like it?” I tease in my airy fuck me voice.
He doesn’t answer…instead he swings his eyes over to locate the sales women and I know right away what he’s going to do.
He stands and closes in on me, wrapping his arm around my waist to lead me back into the little room.
“I told you to behave…” I scold.
“If you wanted me to behave you wouldn’t have put these on.” He drags his hand against my thigh, indicating the stockings. He’s right.
He locks the door and drops to his knees, dragging his tongue up my leg. The tip runs up the pink silk beautifully, and I moan at the sight.
He looks up at me and takes a bit of the silk between his teeth, tugging on it gently. This elicits another, louder contented sigh from me.
His hand is inching higher up my inner thigh, but he is moving much too slowly, so I wrap my hand around his wrist and pull his hand to the panties that are already dripping wet, and not even paid for yet.
“What do you want?” He whispers, his lips brushing against my skin through the fishnets. “Do you want me to fuck you right here in this dressing room?”
I bury my hands in his hair and pull him closer as the word, “Yes…” slips out of me.
“Yeah?” His voice is nothing more than a quiet moan now, “Would you like that?” His soft hand has found its way past the silk, his fingers toy with my clit gently as he watches me from his place on the floor... <<<<<< N.B from Jumbotweet: auto-truncated at 4K characters on index page - Click here or on the "view" link to see entire jumbotweet! http://www.jumbotweet.com/ltweets/view/8663 - Justin places his cloth napkin beside his plate and leans back in his chair, smiling at me. The light from the candles on the table catch and dance in his soft brown eyes warmly.
It is my birthday, and he has rented out the private room of my favorite restaurant for the occasion. At least a hundred candles burn around the room, bathing us in their glow. A large, black grand piano that I have never seen before waits in the far corner.
“I have something for you.” He whispers. My hand moves to the diamond necklace that rests around my neck, the present he gave me before we left for dinner.
He knows I am about to tell him that the necklace was enough, but he stops me with a shake of his head before I have a chance to say the words.
He stands and holds his hand out to me. I take it and he strokes his thumb against the back of my hand, pulling me into a gentle kiss.
“Come on.” He leads me over to the piano, and sweeps me into his arms, lifting me up onto the cool polished wood before sliding into the bench and lifting the lid to reveal the ivory keys.
I love to watch him play, and he knows this. His fingers dance along the keys so beautifully, so elegantly, it’s breathtaking.
He looks up at me and gives me a shy smile, “Happy Birthday Rhiannon.”
My heart aches with love for him, as it does every time he says my name…it sounds like music slipping past his lips.
He plays a few slow notes of ‘Happy Birthday’ and then adjusts himself slightly, preparing in the most adorable way.
His eyes drift closed as he begins to play. The soft melody of ‘Claire de Lune’ begins to fill the room. It is my most beloved piece of music, but I don’t recall ever telling him that.
I watch him as the music washes over me…he bites his bottom lip in delicious concentration and his eyebrows furrow slightly with the effort of making sure the song is perfect for me.
If I were to ask him, he would say that the necklace had been my real gift, that this was just a little something extra. But he would be wrong. This….this is my gift.
I relax into a calm, dreamlike state as he plays for me, and I wish I could stay here, right here in this moment forever.
He opens his eyes and our gazes lock as the notes his skilled hands are coaxing from the instrument begin to slow and fade. He holds the last exquisite note and then slides his hand slowly against my thigh, pulling me closer to him as he stands, sliding the bench back.
I am already breathless from the music, and when he draws me to his mouth to place gentle kisses upon the sensitive skin of my neck, what little air was left in my lungs rushes out in a quiet moan.
He lifts me up and seats me on the keys, scattered notes drift through the air as he settles me.
His hands run up and down my back, gliding effortlessly against the silk of my dress. His mouth still trails along my neck as I wrap my legs around his waist, my dress raises to reveal my thighs completely. His hands immediately drop to them, and chills race up my spine as he touches my bare skin.
I raise my arms, desperate to feel his fingertips everywhere, and he lifts my dress up over my head. He lets it drop and it slides off of the piano fluidly, a river of silk.
The tops of my breasts spill from my bra, and he moves to cover them with kisses as well. Soft sighs of need escape him as his lips brush my flesh.
With his hand flat against the small of my back he pulls me closer. My head falls back, exposing my throat, as our bodies melt into one and other.
He tangles his hand in my hair carefully and kisses me with such desire that I moan involuntarily into his mouth.
He pulls away and slides to his knees, dragging his lips against my clit through the lace that covers it. I sigh with delight and run my hands through his soft, golden hair.
I raise my hips for... <<<<<< N.B from Jumbotweet: auto-truncated at 4K characters on index page - Click here or on the "view" link to see entire jumbotweet! http://www.jumbotweet.com/ltweets/view/8651 - “What the hell is this?” I kick Justin in the side with my heel.
“What the fuck Haley?” He snaps in a sleep filled voice, rolling over on the bed to glare at me.
“This!” I throw his phone at him, aiming for his face…but I’m a terrible shot and it bounces off the pillow instead. “That!” I point to the phone, “THAT is what the fuck!”
He is laying in our bed amidst a tangle of crisp white sheets, he pulls his eyes away from me to stare up at the ceiling, making no attempt to even look at the phone. This tells me he knows exactly what I mean and doesn’t need to look.
I had been out having dinner with some friends, the night stretched a little later than I had anticipated, and when I returned home Justin was already asleep. I had decided to make a cup of tea, have a quick shower, and then crawl into bed next to him. But as I waited for the water to boil I heard the sound of Justin’s cell vibrating against the counter.
I hadn’t really meant to invade his privacy, but its second nature to look at a phone when it rings. My stomach knotted painfully as I read the text in the kitchen that suddenly seemed to be closing in on me.
“Had a great time! You were amazing! Come and see me the next time you’re in town, I’m not finished with you yet. :)”
I don’t even remember going to him. One minute I was in the kitchen the next I was in our room, kicking him cruelly with my stiletto.
“Who is she Justin?” I fight to stay in control, but rage seethes inside of me, causing me to shake violently.
He remains silent, still staring at that goddamn ceiling.
“Who the fuck is she?” The words burst from me with a scream.
“She was nobody Haley!” He yells, finally turning to look at me. “Just a girl, she managed to get backstage somehow after the show in Detroit.”
I know that’s a lie…no one just ‘manages’ to get backstage. And even if they did, they certainly can’t just ‘manage’ to get to Justin.
“You’re a fucking liar…” I am nearing a frightening level of anger. “Did you fuck her? Did you? Did you fuck her Justin? Did you fucking fuck her?” I am screaming and out of control, but too hysterical to care.
“Yes!” He yells back at me, throwing back the sheets. “I fucked her okay! But that was all it was Haley, just fucking. Just sex!”
I watch him rise from the bed, he wears nothing, and even through my anger I am unable to pull my eyes away from him as he yanks his jeans on.
I stand completely still as his confession sinks in, my heart breaks into a million little pieces as I picture his hands moving over her body, his lips against a neck that isn’t mine…did he moan her name the way he does mine? Did he trail her back with soft sweeping kisses like he does mine? Did he think of her last night when we…my head swims with horrifying images.
I want to kill him. I want to tear him apart with my bare hands. I want him to hurt the way I do.
“How could you?” I scream, the tears I had been fighting finally streaming down my cheeks.
“Haley! It was just sex okay? It’s really not that big of a deal!” Is he fucking kidding me?
I grab the jewelry box that sits on my dresser stuffed with gifts from him and throw it at him. Practice really does make perfect I guess because this time it hits him. Bouncing off his shoulder with an audible bang as dozens of rings, bracelets and necklaces explode out of it.
“Jesus Haley! What the hell is wrong with you?”
I grab the lamp out of its place next to the jewelry box’s empty spot and throw it at him in response. It shatters against the wall, inches from his head.
He ducks away and then straightens slowly, “Calm the fuck down Haley…right now! Calm down.”
“Fuck you!” There is nothing else to throw within reach so I rip my right shoe off and send it flying and then do the same with my left.
He rushes at me in a flash trying to grab... <<<<<< N.B from Jumbotweet: auto-truncated at 4K characters on index page - Click here or on the "view" link to see entire jumbotweet! http://www.jumbotweet.com/ltweets/view/8641 - “Why won’t you talk to me?” I look over at Justin and pretend to pout, but it doesn’t work. I push things around in my bag for a moment, find my cigarettes and light one, rolling the window down a crack.
Justin immediately rips it from my mouth and flings it out the window, sending ashes raining down on my dress.
“Don’t smoke in my fucking car, Autumn.” He is now digging in the purse that rests in my lap, staring hard at the road ahead.
He’s angry, I know that, and I know why too…but I pretend I don’t because I’m far too drunk for an argument.
He finds what he’s looking for, my cigarettes, and throws the entire pack out the window before ripping the lighter from my hands to send it flying as well.
“Dammit Justin!” I slur his name a bit and he rolls his eyes.
“I hate when you smoke.” He says, his voice hard and quiet.
“Yeah? Well I hate when you litter, so fuck you too.” Now I’m angry, this won’t end well.
“Don’t start.” He still won’t look at me.
“No! You don’t start Justin! You’ve been a total dick all night! Why?” I’m starting to yell, he hates this, but I’m too drunk to care.
“You know why Autumn.” He doesn’t yell back at me, he never raises his voice, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have a temper. He does.
“No I don’t!” Yes I do.
“You should have just fucked him right there in the club.” He pulls into the driveway and presses the button to open the gate.
“Fucked who?” I know exactly who he means. I was flirting shamelessly with Ryan, but I was upset and jealous…I had seen Justin talking with a girl. I couldn’t hear them from across the room, but I had seen the look in his eyes, he had wanted her.
“Ryan.” His voice has taken on a low, vicious tone. He is furious, and I’ll admit that in addition to being a little scared, I am also thrilled and incredibly turned on.
I kick it up a notch and lean in close to him as we pull into the garage, dragging the tip of my tongue along his neck before whispering in his ear, “Maybe I should have…I bet he’s got a huge dick. Why don’t you take me back so I can suck Ryan’s huge dick Justin…you can watch if you want.”
“You fucking bitch.” He growls, slamming open his door. He leaves it open and flies around the car, ripping mine open.
My heart pounds in my chest as he rips me from my seat, I’ve gone too far. His eyes are wild and nearly hateful.
He slams me against the car, pinning me against the smooth polished metal and brings his face close to mine, grabbing a fistful of my hair to hold me in place.
“Say it again Autumn, I fucking dare you.”
Even though I have never seen Justin so angry before, I can’t help myself. “Say what again Justin? That I should have sucked Ryan’s cock? Don’t worry, there’s always next time.”
He wraps his left hand around my throat, his right still tangled painfully in my hair, and kisses me so gently that I’m certain I would have sighed if not for his hand pressing firmly against my windpipe.
“I’m going to make you so… so sorry Autumn.” He is suddenly calm, which scares me more than his anger.
He lets his words sink in for a second…and then another, then pulls me away from the car violently. He releases my throat and I gasp for air as he drags me into the house.
I struggle to free myself from his grip, but he holds me tightly by my hair, jerking at it with hard tugs each time I try to squirm from him.
“Let go of me Justin!” I scream at him, trying to mask the fear that is coursing through my veins with anger.
“Shut the fuck up Autumn.” He orders cooley as he yanks me down the hall toward our bedroom.
“Let me go!” My feet slip out from underneath me in the struggle, but he continues tearing me along by my hair. “You’re hurting me…stop!”
He ignores me and kicks open the slightly ajar bedroom door. I grab onto to the doorframe, and attempt to scramble... <<<<<< N.B from Jumbotweet: auto-truncated at 4K characters on index page - Click here or on the "view" link to see entire jumbotweet! http://www.jumbotweet.com/ltweets/view/8624 - I hear the shower running when I open the bedroom door…he isn’t ready, but that’s fine, I’m early by about twenty minutes. Then again, he wouldn’t have been ready even if I had been right on time. He stands in the mirror and fixes his hair for thirty minutes even though it always looks like perfection.
It was freezing outside and I’m still trying to warm up, the steam floating through the crack in the bathroom door looks warm and inviting so I head towards it. Ready to hop on the counter and talk to him while he finishes. But as I move closer to the door I hear him…
Soft moans float through the air, and my heart immediately begins to race with desire for him. The sounds Justin makes are so beautifully erotic, I’ve never heard anything like it, and I doubt I ever will. I often position myself so that his lips are close to my ear when we’re in bed. His moans and sighs and whispered words are more than enough to send me over the edge. And I think he could probably make me cum without even touching me if I were in the right mood.
I want to push open the door and go to him, but I can’t bring myself to enter the room just yet. I know I will startle him and he’ll stop…I want to listen to him a little while longer.
Which is exactly what I do, my hand resting on the doorframe, my head cloudy with lust as the moans slipping past his lips make my knees weak.
When I can take it no more I silently push open the door, and as I step into the room. I can see his silhouette thru the blurry shower doors.
I slide one open and step into the shower, the water soaking my dress and causing it to cling to me instantly.
He opens his eyes, and for a moment he looks shocked, and behind the shock is I think a bit of embarrassment, which is not like him at all. But its gone so quickly, I can’t be sure it was ever even there to begin with.
He pulls me into a watery kiss, his swollen cock still gripped in his hand between us. “You’re early Storm.” He whispers.
“Don’t stop.” I beg him, dropping to my knees.
He looks down at me, and licks away errant water droplets that have landed on his lips. The shower streams down his body, hundreds and hundreds of tiny drops rolling down his skin, leading to his cock that still rests in his hand.
I purr with delight as he begins to pump his fist up and down the length of his shaft once again. My gaze lifts to his face…his eyebrows are slightly furrowed with pleasure as he bites down on his bottom lip.
He has reached out to run his hands thru my now dripping wet hair, bringing my mouth to him. He allows me to lap at the tip of his dick.
“I want to watch you cum Justin…” I moan between licks, and although I am soaked thru and thru from the shower, I can feel my pussy throbbing and flowing freely through the wet lace of my panties. I want him to fuck me so badly, but I want to watch him make himself cum even worse.
“Yeah?” he whispers…”Is that what you want?”
I nod up at him from my place at his feet and he begins to jerk a little faster, causing the muscles in his arms and stomach to flex and tense.
He moans a little louder as I resume spiraling the tip of my tongue around the head of his cock…the sounds of his pleasure makes my entire body ache with need.
His grip on my hair tightens and he pulls me a little closer, allowing me to suck his tip into my mouth completely. His fist bumps against my mouth gently with every pump and I am suddenly desperate for him to cum…I have watched him cum more times than I can count, but to see him bring himself to that point will be completely new.
I pull my mouth away from him, I want to see him clearly. His lips are now slightly parted, soft groans escape him rapidly as his drags his tongue slowly along his lips.
He opens his soft brown eyes and tilts his head down towards me,... <<<<<< N.B from Jumbotweet: auto-truncated at 4K characters on index page - Click here or on the "view" link to see entire jumbotweet! http://www.jumbotweet.com/ltweets/view/8586 - I come up behind her in the darkened club. She is making her way to the bathroom, finally breaking away from the group of girls she’s been with all night.
I sweep my eyes from side to side as I walk faster to catch up with her, making sure no one else is heading our way.
She slips into the bathroom and turns to shut the door, but I place my hand on the door, stopping her from closing it and step inside.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” She hisses as I turn the lock. But her breath catches in her throat when I turn around to face her.
“Oh my god! Justin!” She gasps as though she knows me…although she doesn’t. Clearly she thinks she does, but she has called me Justin. She has no idea who I am, it seems. They never do.
I close in on her. It takes me only four short steps to be close enough to touch her. I wrap my arm around her waist and press her against the cool tile of the bathroom wall. A soft moan of pleasure slips from her as I bring my mouth to hers, stopping just short of kissing her.
My lips sweep against her own as I whisper to her. “Do you know who I am?”
Another moan escapes her, betraying her lust as she nods her head. Her eyes burn into mine and I want nothing more than to take her right here. But, I’d like to take my time with her.
I work my hand under the soft pink silk of her shirt and drag my fingertip against the creamy skin of her stomach…
“Justin…” she purrs, closing her eyes.
“See?” I smile, pleased with myself. “You don’t know who I am.”
Her eyes drift open slowly, “I’d know you anywhere.” She whispers as she continues to enjoy the feeling of my hand against her skin.
She’s probably dreamed of my touch a thousand times. No, not my touch. His.
“Say my name again.” I tell her, dragging my tongue against her lip.
She writhes beneath me, arching her back away from the wall to bring her body closer to mine.
“Justin…” she moans, and I see something else behind the desire in her eyes. Disbelief.
“Wrong again.” I tease, finally kissing her deeply. She spirals her wet tongue into my mouth and my cock goes hard immediately. I have to stop this or I will fuck her right here, and that won’t do.
“Let’s go.” I step away and take her by the hand knowing she will follow me without question. She does, and allows me to lead her from the club and into my waiting car outside the back entrance without so much as a backward glance at the group of girls she had come with.
When she is settled into the passenger seat beside me I pull out and make my way towards the hotel.
“Come here Mathilda.” She slides closer and I slip my hand beneath her skirt and into her panties, working her clit with soft circles while I steer with my left with ease, since I am right handed.
“How did you know my name?” She breathes softly, her fingers are clasped loosely around my wrist as though fearful I will stop.
“I heard your friends…I’ve been watching you.” I look at her out of the corner of my eye.
“I didn’t see you!” She seems stunned that she wouldn’t notice me. “How could I not see you?”
I don’t answer her, but she doesn’t seem to care. She has begun to press against my fingers harder, her sighs of pleasure have given way to moans that cause my still hard cock to pulse and throb painfully. I know she will let me do anything I want to her, and I plan to, but not yet.
Her left hand grips my wrist tighter and her right flies out and grips the door as her hips raises from the seat… “Yes!” she screams, throwing her head back. “Don’t stop! I’m going to cum!” her pussy is hot against my fingers and so wet it makes my head blur with lust. “Make me cum Justin! Oh god… make me cum!”
She screams and pants and rocks against my touch without a drop of inhibition as her cum rolls down my fingers. I keep my eyes on the road, a small smile... <<<<<< N.B from Jumbotweet: auto-truncated at 4K characters on index page - Click here or on the "view" link to see entire jumbotweet! http://www.jumbotweet.com/ltweets/view/8541 - I had been watching her since she stepped into the subway car, wondering where she was going, what her name was, if she liked to fuck…or if she liked to make love. She struck me as the type to fuck. She also struck me as the type who would do it very well. And those girls…those girls were my favorite.
She caught my eye and smiled...but more of a polite ‘we are the only ones in the subway car’ friendly smile than an ‘oh my god! I know who you are!’ Smile. Did she recognize me?
I cocked my head a little in a ‘come sit with me’ way. She flashed me another beautiful smile and grabbed her bag, stood and walked toward me.
“What in the hell are you doing riding the subway?” she laughed easily, as if we had know each other for years. She definitely knew who I was, but seemed calm and casual.
“I like to do normal everyday things as much as I can.” I told her as she settled in next to me.
“But at 3 o’clock in the morning Justin?” I couldn’t believe how calm she was…that rarely happens. But I absolutely loved it.
“There’s less chance of anyone noticing me this late.” I took her bag and placed it on the floor between our feet for her.
“That makes sense.” She sighed, “I hate the subway personally.”
“Why are you riding the subway so late? You shouldn’t be…could be really dangerous.”
“I work really strange hours. Don’t get off until 2:30 or so.”
I found my eyes wandering over her body, and when she caught my eye, I made no attempt to hide it. She was insanely hot. Her thighs were beautifully thick and sun kissed. They looked so soft and I fought the urge to reach over and brush my fingertips over them.
I saw her watching me look her over, but she smiled and pretended not to notice. “I’m Mathilda.”
“Mathilda…” I echoed. “I don’t think I have ever met another Mathilda… I like that.”
My cock was beginning to grow hard…I wanted her so bad I could taste it.
She dropped her eyes to the erection that was now plainly visible through my jeans...and then lifted her gaze slowly back up to my eyes.
“Why don’t you do something about this for me Mathilda?” I had never been afraid to say exactly what I want.
She stared straight into my eyes and whispered, “I would love to do something about that for you.”
Thank god for girls like her…the girls who don’t waste time with the innocent act because they want it just as badly as you do and aren’t afraid to say so.
I looked around the subway seats once more to find that they were in fact still empty, and then took her face in my hands and kissed her plump lips softly…trailing the tip of my tongue along the bottom one that was jutting out as though she was pouting.
I moved down her neck, covering it with gentle kisses as well before moving on to open her shirt.
I licked and bit her nipples through the red lace of her bra. Relishing the sensation of them growing hard against my mouth. She reached down and freed her breasts from the cups, and then pulled me in again, so that I could take her hard, pink nipples into my mouth completely.
She sighed and moaned loudly as I drew them each in turn past my lips. Sucking delicately as my tongue swept against them.
As she grew hotter and began to writhe against me, I slipped my hand under her skirt, brushing against her buttery soft thighs while on my way to her pussy.
I groaned with pleasure and appreciation when I realized she wore no panties.
“Mathilda…you ought to be ashamed of yourself, you slutty little thing.” I scolded her with a teasing tone.
“Oh yeah?” she retorted, her words carried by another sensual moan, “Well, I’m not.”
She gasped and arched her back as I dipped a finger into her dripping wet cunt. Pushing into her slowly as the sounds spilling from her caused my dick to grow even harder.
She bit down hard on her lip and closed her eyes as I slipped... <<<<<< N.B from Jumbotweet: auto-truncated at 4K characters on index page - Click here or on the "view" link to see entire jumbotweet! http://www.jumbotweet.com/ltweets/view/8483 - I slid across the front seat closer to Justin and softly teased his cock. He said nothing, but shifted slightly…getting comfortable as he grew hard against my hand.
His right hand reached out and slipped into my tangle of curls, while his left continued to steer the car.
I carried on stroking him through his jeans until his breathing became heavy, and then lowered his zipper, freeing his already rock hard cock.
I wrapped my hand around his shaft and began to gently work my fist up and down the length of it. His heavy breathing gave way to moans as he buried his hand further into my hair.
“Suck it…” He demanded in a lust filled whisper.
“Suck what, Justin?” I teased in an innocent tone.
He groaned with impatience. “My fucking dick, Amy.”
I leaned down and slowly circled his pillowy soft head with the tip of my tongue. “Like this?”
He attempted to push his cock into my mouth further, but rather than sinking my mouth down around it, I only slid the tip into my mouth and sucked gently.
He tried once more to slide deeper into my mouth, but I pulled away and sat up…a haughty smile playing on my lips.
“You fucking tease!” He pulled his gaze from the deserted stretch of road ahead and narrowed his eyes at me.
I pumped my hand around him far too softly, enjoying the now furious throbbing of his dick against my skin.
“Amy…” he addressed me in a warning tone. “What did I tell you to do?”
I smiled over at him, taking great pleasure in this little game. “You told me to suck your fucking dick.”
“Then why is it that I am looking at your mouth right now and it isn’t filled with my cock?” I’ll admit, when it comes to sex, he almost never has to ask twice for anything. But this new found upper hand I seemed to have was intoxicating.
“You’ll have to wait until we get back to the hotel.” I released his dick and settled back into my seat.
“I’m not waiting Amy…” I had spoiled him.
“Yes you are…” I taunted. “You don’t have much choice.”
He suddenly jerked the car over to the side of the road, “That…is where you’re wrong.”
He threw it in park with almost violent force and slammed his seat back with equally aggressive strength.
His eyes were wild and halfway angry as he repeated his previous demand. “Once last time Amy…suck my dick.”
I remained defiant with a short “No.”
The second the refusal had passed my lips he crashed into me, jerking my legs up to swing me around on the seat.
A cry of surprise mixed with pleasure rose in my throat as he pulled my jeans off in one fast sweep.
The moment they left my body he pushed my legs apart and pushed my panties to the side. He brought his mouth to me, his mouth hovering just shy of my pussy, and looked at me fiercely. “By the time I’m finished with you, you’ll be begging for a mouth full of my cock.”
I raked my fingers through his hair and pulled his lips against me. “Prove it.”
His tongue, so soft and warm, slipped from his mouth and brushed against my clit with an infuriatingly gentle amount of pressure. I gasped with pleasure, but he moved away from the spot that wanted his attention so badly and began to lap at my lips just below.
I lifted my hips with the intention of forcing my clit to his tongue, but he moved with me. I sighed his name in spite of myself, and he lifted his eyes to meet my own, arching his right eyebrow. Clearly pleased with himself.
He began to place barely there wispy kisses my clit at a maddeningly slow speed…speaking softly in between each one.
“Suck my cock and I’ll make you cum…”
“I know you want me to…remember last night? Remember how I licked and sucked your pretty little clit? Remember how I made you scream?”
He had switched to the sexy whisper that I loved so much...
“Yes…” I pressed against his mouth.
“All you have to do is slip it into your mouth and... <<<<<< N.B from Jumbotweet: auto-truncated at 4K characters on index page - Click here or on the "view" link to see entire jumbotweet! http://www.jumbotweet.com/ltweets/view/8454 - “This is the movie we’re seeing?” I looked up at the poster for the foreign film matinee that Justin was taking me to…at 2:30 in the afternoon no less.
He grabbed my hand and led me through the door. “Don’t complain, Molly.”
“I’m not complaining!” I protested.
He slid his eyes over to me with a smile. “Yes you are. And now you’re pouting.”
“I’m not pouting either, so why don’t you mind your own business?” I stuck my tongue out at him.
We settled into our seats and Iooked around. “Justin, we’re the only ones here!”
He shifted around, getting comfortable, his legs stretched out in front of him, propped on the seat ahead. “I figured we would be. Kinda nice right?”
“Yeah, it is actually.”
Ten minutes later, the lights were down and I was struggling to follow the storyline of some indie Italian film no one had ever heard of and nearly ready to give up when Justin leaned in close to me and whispered in my ear.
“Would you let me fuck you right here if I wanted to?” He nuzzled my neck as he spoke, sending chills racing down my spine.
I bit my lip and nodded…though I’m sure he already knew the answer.
He slipped his hand under my skirt, my thighs fell open as he began to work his fingers under the lace of my panties.
“Close your eyes Molly, I have something for you.”
I immediately closed them, I always grant his requests without a second thought.
I heard it before I felt it, but when he touched the vibrating tip to my clit an involuntary cry of surprise and delight burst from me.
He laughed softly and began to circle my most sensitive spot slowly…I arched my back with pleasure, the vibration causing my entire body to flush with heat.
“Oh god Justin…” I moaned. Not giving our public location another thought. We were alone after all.
“Get on your knees and suck my cock.” He tugged my hair gently, leading me out of my seat.
I knelt before him and began to tug at the buttons on his jeans with my right hand, my left clasps around the vibrator.
He took it from my hand and shook his head. “Now is this where it should be?” he tapped it against my mouth softly and I darted my tongue out, tasting myself on the tip.
I took it from him and brought it back between my legs, swirling it around my clit just as he had done moments ago.
“Good girl,” I loved to please him, and he knew it. He leaned forward and brushed his mouth softly against my own, dragging his thumb along my lips. “Now put these pretty lips around my cock.”
He relaxed back into his seat, and finished unbuttoning his fly, but then stopped, allowing me to reach inside and draw his dick out myself. It greeted me, strong and hard…and I wasted no time slipping it into my mouth.
He buried his fists in my hair as I began to slide my mouth up and down the length of him, and when it pressed against the back of my throat I didn’t pull back, but let it move further down my throat, the way I knew he loved it.
“Yes…” he groaned. “That’s it Molly, suck it…suck it just like that.”
The vibrator buzzed along my clit, sending intense erotic waves through me…and already I was desperate to cum.
“Look at you…” he tugged my hair once more. “Fucking yourself with my cock in your mouth like a little slut.”
God how I love to hear him talk that way...
“Are you going to cum for me Molly?” he drove into my mouth deeply, causing me to gag and pull back.
“Don’t…” he scolded, pulling me back by my hair…his cock popping from my mouth as my head snapped back.
“You take what I give you…don’t you?” I nodded, erotic sighs steadily slipping from me.
“Come here.” He lifted me to my feet, placing me on his lap with my back to him. I leaned forward, gripping the seat in front of me, desperate anticipation rising up inside of me as I waited for him to fuck me.
But instead he pulled me against him, my... <<<<<< N.B from Jumbotweet: auto-truncated at 4K characters on index page - Click here or on the "view" link to see entire jumbotweet! http://www.jumbotweet.com/ltweets/view/8378 - I peer out at the crowd from backstage, pulling the sunglasses away from my eyes as I scan the sea of faces. A small smile tugs at my lips when my gaze falls upon her. Thick chestnut hair frames her face in loose waves, and I am suddenly desperate to touch it. Her lips are full and shinning with gloss. Her eyes are dark, nearly black, and they flash as she laughs at something someone next to her says. I know right away. Her…I want her tonight.
“Hey, found her.” I call Kenny over with a jerk of my head. This happens at almost every show, I pick a girl out, Kenny pulls her aside at some point, tells her what I want and gives her some papers to sign. Some sort of privacy contract that I don’t know much about.
“Second row back, third from the left.” I don’t take my eyes off of her.
“Pink skirt?” Kenny confirms.
“Yeah,” I nod, the anticipation growing inside of me already. “Pink skirt.”
2 hours later I emerge from the shower in my bus and pull on a pair of jeans, I run the towel quickly over my hair and run my hands through it in front of the mirror before stepping out into my bedroom where I know she will be waiting.
She is standing across the room with her back to me, but turns to face me when she hears the door click open. A shy smile greets me, but there is something else, something in her eyes that tells me I made the right choice tonight.
“Justin…” her accent is thick, and my name rolls off her tongue beautifully. God, I love Mexico.
She moves to the bed and sits, waiting for me…making it clear that Kenny explained how this would go and that she was up for it. Not that they are ever not up for it.
I make my way across the room and stand before her. I reach out to stroke her hair for a moment. It shines like glass and is so soft that I close my eyes as it slips through my fingers.
“What’s your name?” I wonder for a moment if she even speaks English.
“Vallia.” She whispers.
She is looking up at me, desire pours from her and she makes no attempt to hide it. I lean into her, my hands still lingering in her hair and pull her to me. Kissing her beautiful mouth softly. A tiny sigh escapes her as our lips meet, causing my cock to jump and harden.
I pull from the kiss and she begins to pull at the buttons of my jeans. I watch her, but offer no assistance. She smiles and purrs with delicious Spanish words of delight when it lies in her hand at last.
Stroking the length of it gently she tears her eyes from it and looks up at me once more.
“Can I suck your cock, Papi?” Oh god.
I don’t answer, but pull her closer in response. Her lips graze the head as she darts her tongue out, licking the pearl of precum that has gathered there away.
Slipping my cock past her glossy lips just a bit more, she sucks gently on the tip. The air slips from my lungs with a rush of pleasure. I begin to slide past her lips bit by bit until she has taken nearly all of me into her mouth. She moans contentedly around my throbbing dick as I begin to fuck her mouth with slow, deep thrusts.
Her warm tongue slides along the soft underside of my shaft perfectly and I could easily let go and fill her mouth with my cum already, but instead I pull away. I am careful not to hurt her as I hold her in place by her hair. Keeping my cock at a distance, allowing her to only lap at the tip.
She moans, “Que me encanta, Papi. Me hacen venir” Her breath falls warm and wet against my flesh with her words.
I don’t understand her, but it doesn’t matter…she lays back on the bed and I know exactly what she wants.
I follow and begin to travel her neck with gentle kisses and flicks of my tongue. She arches her back, pressing against me, moaning quietly.
I slip my hand under her skirt and stroke her clit through the dripping wet lace of her panties.
Her hips rise and fall as I... <<<<<< N.B from Jumbotweet: auto-truncated at 4K characters on index page - Click here or on the "view" link to see entire jumbotweet! http://www.jumbotweet.com/ltweets/view/8292 - Hours later I wake to find the room has gone dark and wonder how long I’ve slept. Normally, I hardly ever sleep. Lying awake in one hotel room or another staring at the unfamiliar ceilings. Or listening to the sounds of the highway from my tour bus. I look down to find Libby watching me…her head resting on my stomach, trailing her fingers along the skin just above the waist of my pants.
Smiling up at me she greets me “Hey sleepy boy” with her ‘fuck me voice’ as I like to call it. Her voice takes on this whispery rasp when she wants me. I love it.
“How long did I sleep?” I ask
“I don’t know,” she mumbles working her way up my chest with kisses.
She flicks her tongue along my lips but pulls away when I try to kiss her.
“I’m not that kind of girl, Justin.” She says innocently.
“Yes you are.” I whisper.
I feel my cock growing hard as she sweeps her hand across the front of my jeans…I love it when she’s a tease.
“Come on Elizabeth,” I whisper into her ear as I gently bite her earlobe. She lets out a tiny moan.
“What? Is this what you want?” she grips the outline of my now rock hard dick and strokes it again a sexy little smile playing on her lips.
My eyes close, and I bite down on my lip enjoying the frustration building inside of me.
“Should I suck this nice big cock?” she teases, climbing into my lap “or should I let you fuck me?”
I slide my hand around her waist to pull her in close to me, but she pulls away.
“Naughty boy…” she tsks.
I moan with relief and anticipation as she goes to her knees in front of me. She looks up at me as she lowers my zipper. This is one of my favorite things about fucking her, she watches me. My eyes will be closed in pleasure as she gives me head, and I’ll look down to find her staring right into my eyes. Hot.
She parts her lips and slowly brings her perfect pink bubble gum tongue to the tip of my cock. She begins to lap at it delicately as she holds my stare and when I push forward slightly she allows me to slide it inside. I reach around and hold her hair back to watch her. She slides my shaft in and out of her mouth in perfect rhythm, her tongue dancing along inside and I begin to talk to her…this drives her crazy. The dirtier, the better.
“Suck that cock baby,” I say, tugging her hair. “Just like that…yeah, take it all.”
She is moaning against my cock as she sucks, “Do you like sucking my dick? Are you my dirty little girl?” I pull out of her mouth and hold her firmly in place by her hair as she leans in, trying to take it into her mouth once more.
“I said…are you my dirty little girl?” she nods and gasps softly with pleasure.
“Say it.” I tug her hair a little harder.
“Justin…” her eyes close and, “I’m your dirty little girl…fuck me. Fuck your dirty little girl.”
“Do you want me to fuck you?” this is hot, I’m nearly cumming and I’m not even touching her.
“Yes. Oh god please…I want it so bad.” She begs.
“Show me how bad…” I whisper nodding for her to lie back on the bed. She does.
“Good girl…” I praise, watching her hands travel up and down her body as she waits for me.
“Spread your legs…” I tell her. Again she obeys without hesitation. Another thing I love about fucking her…she’s up for anything. Always. Lets me do and try whatever I want.
I reach down and dip my fingers inside of her, she is dripping wet. I begin to stroke her clit gently…my wet fingertips gliding against it like silk. I rub in tiny circles just the way she likes until she’s panting and moaning my name…
“Oh shit…right there…” she gasps. “Yes…oh god yes…do it J…right there…” her cries are growing louder and more frantic and I know she is about to cum. I don’t want to stop, I love to make her cum. She makes the most delicious sounds…calling out my name... <<<<<< N.B from Jumbotweet: auto-truncated at 4K characters on index page - Click here or on the "view" link to see entire jumbotweet! http://www.jumbotweet.com/ltweets/view/8274 - Half an hour later, the doorbell rang jarring me from sleep. I lifted my head from Justin’s lap and looked up at him.
He smiled, “Yep…” he said with mock cockiness, “I put you to sleep with The Biebergaaaasm.”
“Oh my god, shut up dork.” I replied standing to grab my purse.
“Seriously?” He shook his head as I pulled out my wallet.
“What?” I turned to look at him.
“Like you’re paying.” He said rolling his eyes at me.
“Why not?” I asked. Rolling my eyes right back at him.
“Because.” He replied firmly as he held out his hand.
“We could go half…”
“Lib!” He shook his hand at me a little and I gave up, taking the money.
“How much do you want me to tip him?”
“Just tell him to keep the change.” He settled back down against the couch cushions.
“Justin! This is a hundred dollar bill.”
“Sure is.” He gave me his best ‘I’m a smart ass’ smile.
“The bill was only twenty-three.”
“So? Go pay the poor guy babygirl! I’m hungry.” He made a kiss face at me as I turned to open the front door. I checked the peephole just in case, and pulled the door open when I saw a small asian man holding a large paper bag.
“Hi…” I said with a smile, taking the bag from him.
“That’s going to be $23.82. He said, smiling back.
“Here you go…thanks!” I handed him the money and started to close the door.
“Uh…too much.” He said, with a little wave to get my attention. “This is too much.”
“No. Keep it. It’s your tip.”
His face lit with a grin. “Thank you! Great tip! Great tip! Enjoy!” He backed down the walk quickly, afraid I would change my mind probably… and I shut the door and headed back to the living room.
“You made that guy’s day Justin!” I said laughing.
“No I didn’t…you did. It’s fun isn’t it?” He asked, patting the spot next to him. I sat down beside him and b
egan unloading the bag, piling little white boxes of food onto the coffee table. “Mmmmm, smells good.” He rubbed his hand back and forth along my back absent mindedly. I loved when he touched me like this…when he touched me without even realizing he was touching me…like he had to be connected with me even subconsciously.
“Want a plate…or just out of the box?” I asked.
“Box, of course.”
“Where are you going?” he asked when I headed into the kitchen.
“To grab some honey, honey.” I laughed a little at my own stupid joke.
“Wow Lib…now who’s the dork?” but he was laughing too.
“You love it that I’m a big dork.” I called to him as I grabbed the honey out of the pantry.
“I do. It’s cute.” He agreed. “What’s the honey for?” he added as I settled back down next to him.
“The chinese donuts.” I said, holding up the little bag they were in.
“Honey? Really?” He raised his eyebrows. “
Yep. Really. It’s amazing.” I squirted a tiny dab of honey on the tip of my finger and licked it off. Looking over I saw that he was watching intently.
“One more.” I said, knowing exactly what he was thinking.
He smiled as I dripped a little more on my finger, this time licking it off slowly.
“That’s my girl…” he praised.
I dug inside the bag, looking for the plastic forks. Of course, there was only one and I started to get up to grab one from the kitchen, but Justin circled his fingers lightly around my wrist.
“We only need one.” He slid a box in front of him, opened it and wrapped Lo Mein noodles around the fork. He cupped his hand underneath as he brought it to my mouth.
I closed my eyes. “Mmmmm…”
“Good?” His voice was slightly raspy. Always a sure sign he was turned on.
“So good…” I whispered. Looking him the eye, letting him know I wasn’t talking about the food.
He dipped the fork into the noodles once again and I opened my mouth for him. As he fed me his free hand had wandered to my thigh…gently running his hands along the... <<<<<< N.B from Jumbotweet: auto-truncated at 4K characters on index page - Click here or on the "view" link to see entire jumbotweet! http://www.jumbotweet.com/ltweets/view/8273 - Mom was running around the house in distress. They were leaving this afternoon for the airport to catch a flight to Denver in order to pay their respects to a girl that my mother had been close to in high school. She had been a flurry of “Did I remember to pack the such and such?” and “Steven honey, did you see where I put the blah blah blah?”
I was stretched out on the couch flipping through channels, feeling sorry for myself. Justin had made plans to spend the weekend here with me. I had been beyond excited to be alone with each other for a full 48 hours. But early this morning my cell had startled me out of a deep sleep.
I reached for it, pissed. “Who the hell calls at seven o’clock in the morning?” I thought. But when I looked at the caller id to find it was Justin, I smiled… irritation gone in an instant.
“Hey baby…” I said, my voice still raspy from sleep.
“Lib. Did I wake you up?”
“Kinda, but that’s ok, it’s nice to wake up to your voice.”
“Listen…Scooter just called to remind me of the press conference I have this weekend for the movie.” He hesitated before adding “In Seattle.”
“What?!? Justin…my parents are leaving this afternoon! What about our weekend?” I sounded a little whiny, I knew, but couldn’t help it.
“I know, I know. I completely forgot that I had this thing. I’m so sorry. But hey, you could come with me!”
“I can’t, my parents will be calling to check in with me all weekend.”
“Want me to cancel?” he asked.
I knew that if I said yes, he’d cancel in a second, but…
“No don’t do that. This stuff is important. We’ll see each other when you get back.”
“Are you sure? I was looking forward to having you all to myself, Lib.”
“I know you were…me too. Call me when you land so I know you made it okay.” I told him.
“You know I will. I love you Elizabeth.” I closed my eyes for a second with a silent sigh.
“I love you too." I said, sliding my phone shut.
I knew that this is what I signed on for…he works his ass off, and that makes for a lot of traveling, but it always broke my heart a little bit.
Now, hours later I had resigned to the fact I would be spending the weekend alone.
“Hey you guys…” I called to my parents. “Just so you know, it’s almost three o’clock.”
“Shit!” my father hissed, “Viv! Get your butt in gear…we’re going to miss this flight. And I am NOT paying extra to catch the next!”
Peeking his head around the corner he shook his head at me. “Why why why must she always be late? She drives me nuts.”
“You,” I answered pointing the remote at him, “ought to be used to it by now. I am, and she’s been a pain in the butt for you way longer than for me.”
“I heard that you two!” she called out from the back of the house.
“Better watch it,” I grinned at my father, “you’ll be sitting on a plane with her for a few hours soon. You don’t want her to be mad.”
My father gave me a little bow, “Yes. Very sound advice from my wise daughter.”
I turned my attention back to the tv, as he headed off to speed my mother along, “Anytime Daddy.”
I was checking the clock once again when the doorbell rang.
“Libby! Can you grab that?” My mother yelled.
I sighed and tossed the remote aside.
I went to the door and looked into the peephole to see a FedEx guy standing on the other side.
I slid the lock and smiled at him.
“Got a package for an Elizabeth Weston.” He informed me. Punching something into those weird little boxes they always have.
“That’s me.” I nodded as he handed me the slip to sign. I didn’t even need to look at the return address to know it was from Justin.
I took the small package and thanked him.
“Yep,” he said, already retreating to his truck. “Have a good one.”
I pushed the door shut and scurried off to my room to open the box.... <<<<<< N.B from Jumbotweet: auto-truncated at 4K characters on index page - Click here or on the "view" link to see entire jumbotweet! http://www.jumbotweet.com/ltweets/view/8272 - Justin brushed the hair away from my neck and left a soft kiss there, and then held me at arm’s length to admire my dress. I turned for him, the hem sweeping across my skin gracefully…the hand stitched beading catching the soft light in our Parisian suite. The gorgeous ivory slip had caught his eye at a tiny boutique just outside of Paris that we had stumbled upon that afternoon. I had swept my fingertips against the exquisitely soft silk lovingly before protesting, “It’s too much Justin.” He brushed my words away with a sweep of his hand. “It is your dress Emily. It was made for you.” He called to the shop owner in polite, fluent French. Words I didn’t understand flowing from his lips beautifully.
His eyes moved over me, for a moment longer and then he smiled. “Take it off Emily.” I did. Slipping it over my head swiftly before draping it carefully over the armchair next to the bed. I had just put it on, but I didn’t question him.
His eyes had taken on the cast of desire that I had come to know so well. “Emily, I have something else for you.”
He turned without waiting for my response and drew a gauzy, scarlet scarf from the little blue bag that sat upon the vanity. I hadn’t noticed it until now.
He walked towards me, his body moving with the elegant grace that made me weak. He kissed my lips gently and then lifted the scarf, drawing it across my cheek. The air rushed from my lungs with pleasure at his touch.
“Emily,” he began, “Have I ever done anything to hurt you?”
I shook my head, a slightly nervous tremble moving through me.
“Do you trust me?” He whispered, still caressing me with the scarf.
“Yes.” My hand drifted up to his.
“Close your eyes. We’re going to play a game.” My eyes closed, and my heart began to pound with anticipation and curiosity.
He brought the scarf to my eyes and covered them, knotting the fabric to secure it.
“Lie down Emily.” He made no move to help me to the bed. My body pulsed with desire already.
The scarf hadn’t obscured my vision completely, and I could still make out the shadow of him through the red silk as he advanced on me.
I could feel his gaze taking me in as I lay before him.
“If I wanted something would you let me have it?” he asked, leaning down to place a delicate kiss on the soft skin just above the lace of my panties.
“Yes…” I moaned, arching my back.
“Anything?” Another kiss just a bit lower.
“Anything Justin…” I sighed. “Anything.”
“My Emily.” I could hear the approval in his voice as I watched the outline of his body move towards the bag again.
“Put your arms above your head.” He spoke gently, but firmly. I did as I was told.
I knew what was happening even before I felt the soft silk against my wrists. Seconds later he had tied my arms to the heavy wooden post of the four poster bead. I pulled against the knot out of instinct but the second scarf didn’t budge.
“Don’t.” He scolded quietly. I could see him standing before me once again in shadow.
I was breathing heavily already, my lust causing me to writhe gently against the down comforter beneath me. I was desperate for his touch, and when he trailed his fingertips along my skin I cried out, moaning his name.
He moved his hand to my panties. They were soaked with my need for him, and clung to me as he moved his hand slowly against my clit.
I gasped and pressed against his hand, my arms still held fast above me.
“Tell me that I can have anything I want Emily, I want to hear you say it.” He continued to pet me much too gently…I wanted more.
“You can have anything Justin…anything.” It was the truth…it had always been the truth.
He brought his mouth to me in reward, biting my throbbing clit gently through the dripping satin that covered it. But then moved away in an instant, leaving me to pant and pout.
I followed the outline... <<<<<< N.B from Jumbotweet: auto-truncated at 4K characters on index page - Click here or on the "view" link to see entire jumbotweet! http://www.jumbotweet.com/ltweets/view/7864 - He twists the handle, letting the already steamy water rain down on him. It streams down his body in sheets, causing him to glisten and shine. His flawless skin catches the soft light like glass. He would rather masturbate in his bed where he could properly enjoy himself. But he is never alone. The walls of the shower are his only solitude, so it will have to do.
Thoughts of last night play through his mind as his cock begins to grow… as it becomes swollen and hard in his hand. The way you went to your knees without hesitation, dying to taste him. Thoughts of your mouth drawing him in deeply, of his cum resting on your pink, velvet tongue. Memories of slipping inside of your pussy, so impossibly tight and hot, as you begged and cried out his name…the sounds you made as you came. How wet you were, the curve of your body as you arched your back, allowing him to fuck you as deeply as he wanted. How you loved it all and wanted more. How you always want more.
A soft moan escapes him as he begins to slide his fist slowly up and down the long, slick shaft of his cock. His honey brown eyes drift closed as he gives himself over to the memory of you and the pleasure of his own touch.
Bracing himself against the cool tile with his right hand he begins to pump his throbbing dick faster with his left. The water showers down upon him at a steady pace. His golden hair his soaked now and drips down onto his shoulders before rolling down the length of his body. His lips are plump with lust and slightly parted, allowing his quiet sighs to slip from them like a beautifully erotic symphony.
He fights against calling your name as he moves inside of you in his mind’s eye…his lust his growing as he jerks his beautiful cock harder, becoming almost rough with himself. His breath bursts forth in rapid, heavy groans of desire. He wants you…needs you, badly. But he is alone.
His eyes are shut tightly now, he bites fiercely on his bottom lip, afraid that if he doesn’t he will surely scream out. The muscles of his strong frame are tense and flexing with his impending orgasm. He will cum soon, he knows, but there will be little relief. There is never much satisfaction unless he is fucking you.
The room is filled with steam and the sensual moans of desire. Hunger for your touch pours from him as his elegant hand moves with graceful urgency over the satin skin of his shaft. It is an iron rod beneath his touch as his orgasm approaches. Cum, like hot, milky cream, rises closer to his smooth, trembling tip.
He whispers your name over and over between sighs and gasps, the vivid image of your breasts, your mouth, your everything plays through his mind. Your voice, filled with passion as you call his name fills his ears.
Afraid to lose the image of you, his eyes remain closed as at last he begins to cum. White honey spurts from his jerking cock and spills into his hand…rolls down his wrist deliciously. He has forgotten himself and cries out your name loudly as welcome sexual relief floods through him. His heavy member continues to jump and drip even as he wonders if anyone has heard him.
He still misses you…still longs to touch you…to kiss your downy soft skin. Still yearns to taste you..aches to trail the tip of his tongue along your lips...but for now, your memory will have to do. For now, he is still without you.
- “Shit!” I threw my half-smoked cigarette into the toilet and flushed. But, hearing the fall of footsteps on the linoleum that covered the bathroom floor I realized my attempts at getting rid of the evidence quickly had failed. A loud rap on the door of the stall in which I stood confirmed it.
“Alright, open up! Play times over.” A voice boomed. Why do teachers insist on speaking as if they’re starring in some low budget detective movie?
No use delaying the evitable I thought as I slid the lock and pulled open the door.
“Hey Mr. Somers!” I smiled, feigning innocence. “You do realize this is the girl’s bathroom right?”
“I do, Ms. Winters…do you realize that this isn’t a smoking lounge?” He crossed his arms over his chest, blocking me from exiting.
“I wasn’t smoking.” I crossed my arms also, mirroring his stance.
“Nice try.” He shook his head, “give me the pack…I want your lighter as well.”
“I don’t have any, I told you I wasn’t smoking.” I wasn’t giving in just yet.
“We can do this the hard way if you’d like. It’s up to you.” Again, this guy watches way too much Law & Order.
I decided to call his bluff, figuring he wouldn’t search me in a million years…lawsuits. I held his gaze steadily, saying nothing. Daring him.
“Okay.” He nodded and stepped forward, nearly entering the stall completely. Surely he wouldn’t…but I didn’t get to finish my thought, his hands were on me in a flash, slipping into my pockets.
He pulled the pack out of my pocket and held it up with a smug smile.
I rolled my eyes, but remained silent…waiting for the lecture and punishment that was surely on its way. He leaned in close and tossed the cigarettes onto the back of my toilet. My body flushed with the heat of desire as his tie brushed against my breasts.
Then, even though he had already found what he had been looking for he knelt in front of me and began to slide his hands up my thighs. My heart began to pound and I had to fight to keep my hands from tangling in his hair to pull him closer to me.
I wanted him. I had wanted him for a very long time. Had imagined more than once whether he would be a gentle lover or if he took what he wanted aggressively. If he liked to fuck or make love. My money was on fucking.
A quiet sigh of pleasure jarred me from my thoughts and I realized with embarrassment that it had come from me. He stilled his hand, but a small knowing smile tugged at the corner of his lips. Setting about his search once more he inched his hand higher until it rested against my pussy…another moan, louder this time, slipped past my lips as his thumb swept across my already hard clit through the dark denim of my jeans.
“I see you watching me Ms. Winters…” he whispered, stroking me harder. “I see you, and I know what you want.”
“No you don’t.” I argued, but the quiver in my voice told him I was lying.
He moved his hand away and stood, leaving me surging with frustration. He brushed my hair away from my neck and placed a gentle kiss there before whispering into my ear, “Smoking will not be tolerated and you’ve been a bad girl. I’ll need to see you here tomorrow for Saturday school. Do you understand?”
I nodded once, and with that, he was gone, leaving me to wonder if it had really even happened.
The next morning I arrived to find the front entrance of the school unlocked, but deserted. Was I the only one condemned to Saturday school this week? On the rare, unfortunate occasions I had been relegated to school on the weekend there had been at least ten or fifteen other students. The thought that I wasn’t here for punishment crept into my mind, but I pushed it away.
I looked around, I let my bag slide from my arm to rest on the floor near my feet and leaned against the wall to wait. I slid my lip-gloss from my pocket and was carefully brushing it on... <<<<<< N.B from Jumbotweet: auto-truncated at 4K characters on index page - Click here or on the "view" link to see entire jumbotweet! http://www.jumbotweet.com/ltweets/view/7752 - I dropped my bag down on the floor and stepped through the open sliding glass doors. Pushing past the gauzy white curtains that gently rose and fell with the breeze.
My eyes fell on the beautifully blue infinity pool that dominated the outside villa of our suite. It’s waters shone like diamonds as they moved smoothly towards the invisible ledge before disappearing into the dazzling abyss that was the Atlantic below…or so it seemed.
Justin was there, floating on a raft. Droplets of waters glistening on his tanned caramel skin. He greeted me without opening his eyes.
“Hey babe…did you spend all my millions?” His voice was soft and lazy. When I told him I was going shopping earlier he had slipped me his American Express and told me to buy whatever I wanted. But it had stayed safely nestled in my wallet. I didn’t feel right about spending his money.
“Yes. And now that you’re flat broke, I’m not sure what you have to offer me any longer.” I sighed, relaxing down into a lounge chair.
He smiled and turned in my direction, peeking at me slyly out of the corner of one eye. “Oh now Krystle… I bet you can think of a few things that I can offer you.”
I laughed, “You’re right…I guess we still have that.”
He nodded and closed his eyes once more, satisfied. “So, get anything good? Anything for me?”
“Just kind of window shopped…I did get a new bikini though.” I slipped off my shoes and stretched out properly.
He looked at me once again, eyebrows raised, “So you did get something for me …well lets see it then. Go change.”
I stood and headed into the room without a second thought. I always gave Justin what he wanted without a second thought. Everyone did.
I pulled my sundress up over my head and grabbed the bathing suit out of its bag, throwing my hair up into a messy bun before pulling the bottom up over my hips and tying the strings.
As I slipped into the top, adjusting the tiny triangles of fabric over my breasts Justin’s voice floated into me.
“You know you might want to just save time and come out naked…you could tell me about the bikini later.”
I stepped back outside and did a little dance for him. He watched as though I were covered in whipped cream instead of a simple pink bikini.
“Turn around for me.”
I twirled slowly, swaying my ass just to get a rise out of him. It worked.
“Come here…” He demanded gently, his voice betraying his thoughts.
I moved to the pool and stepped in. The water was perfect as I slid through it, making my way towards him. He waited rather than meeting me halfway. Floating patiently on his raft, knowing I would come to him.
When I finally reached him, he slipped into the water and pulled me into a deep slow kiss. My body relaxed into his as I gave myself over to him. Sometimes I wished it wasn’t so easy for him to get what he wanted from me, but most of the time I didn’t care.
His tongue, soft and wet, slipped into my mouth and danced along my own gently as my eyes drifted closed.
“I hate this,” he whispered, tugging softly on the bikini’s string, “Take it off.”
“You do not.” I laughed in a whisper.
“No, you’re right I don’t, but I prefer what’s underneath.”
“I bet you do.” I slid my hand down the front of his swimming trunks to greet his cock, which was already hard and throbbing under my touch.
“I do.” In one swift motion he pulled the bikini top up and off of me, throwing it over the side of the pool.
I rushed to the edge just in time to watch it float down to the deserted beach below only to be washed away by waves seconds later.
“Justin!” I splashed water in his direction. “I just bought that!” My breast bobbed completely exposed in the water. My nipples still hard as glass from his kiss just moments ago.
“So. I’ll buy you another.” He scooped me into his arms again. I tried to remain irritated... <<<<<< N.B from Jumbotweet: auto-truncated at 4K characters on index page - Click here or on the "view" link to see entire jumbotweet! http://www.jumbotweet.com/ltweets/view/7735 - “I can’t believe we’re spending Saturday night in the library.”
“Justin…” I rolled my eyes, irritated by his complaint. “You didn’t have to come.”
“I know,” he took the stack of books from my arms without being asked. “But, I’ll give up a Saturday to be with you…even if it means the library.”
I felt guilty for snapping at him. “It’s just that my professor’s already given me one extension on this paper…there’s no way he’ll given me another.”
“Well he won’t have to, because we’re gonna knock it out tonight.” he pulled his baseball cap down over his eyes as we passed a table of girls studying.
We chose an out of the way corner table. Too small for two people really, but hidden away enough to keep him from being recognized…hopefully.
He sat the books down with a soft thud, pulled an extra chair over, allowing me to sit first before settling in the other.
“So, what’s our paper on Isabelle?”
“Don’t.” I whispered firmly.
“Don’t what?” He smiled knowingly.
“You know what.” I shook my head. Any other time I’m Izzy, he only calls me Isabelle when he wants me. I love it and he knows it. “Keep trying to distract me, and I’ll climb right up on the table and let the whole place know that the Great Justin Bieber is sitting right over here.”
“No you won’t.” He called my bluff.
He was right of course. And anyway, aside from the small group of girls we had seen the campus library was close to deserted. It was open all night, true, but it was Saturday. And as Justin had pointed out, who wants to spend Saturday night studying?
“Paper’s on…” I hesitated for a moment, knowing what his reaction would be. “Anatomy.”
“Anatomy…” he raised his eyebrows. “Well, lucky you…I am an excellent study partner when it comes to that particular subject.”
“Yeah? Well, so am I.” I teased back in spite of myself.
“Yes you are.” And there it was…he had switched to his quiet ‘I want to fuck you voice’. Bringing in the big guns already.
I knew I wouldn’t get a damn thing done if I didn’t put a stop to this quickly.
“Just let me work for a little while, then we’ll go.”
He leaned in closer, “Maybe I don’t want to go.”
“Behave Bieber, and maybe I’ll give you a treat in the car…” He brushed his lips against mine, leaving me with the desire to blow off my assignment.
“What if I don’t behave? Will you give it to me anyway?” He pouted like a little boy, but the glint in his eye betrayed his thoughts, which were far from innocent.
“Yes.” I whispered. He had gotten his way. I wanted him…badly. But it could wait I told myself.
“Mmmm…” he nodded his approval. Then reached over and plucked the top two buttons of my shirt open, revealing a subtle hint of my white satin covered cleavage.
“I knew you wouldn’t behave yourself.” I tsked.
“You said I didn’t have to, though.” A sly smile hinted across his lips, and then was gone. “I just want to look, I won’t touch.”
“Promise?” I purred licking my lips, suddenly liking the idea of turning him on as much as possible.
“You’re a bitch.” He scolded, watching my tongue slip back into my mouth.
I flipped a book open, pulled my hair into a messy bun secured with a pencil and took my glasses from my bag. Blowing him a little kiss as I slid them on.
“Keep it up.” He narrowed his eyes at me.
He loved my glasses. They were dark tortoise shells, rectangular in shape, and I didn’t wear them often…but slipping them on never failed to illicit a reaction from Justin. The first time I wore them, we were in his car, and I had lost a contact earlier and was trying to read a text. He took one look at me, pulled onto a residential street, said only “Leave them on.” and fucked me right there in the car. Thankfully, it was well past midnight and the neighborhood was asleep.
An hour or so later, I was hard at work…thumbing through my notes,... <<<<<< N.B from Jumbotweet: auto-truncated at 4K characters on index page - Click here or on the "view" link to see entire jumbotweet! http://www.jumbotweet.com/ltweets/view/7673 - “So tell me again why we’re driving when we could be flying?” I complained, stretching my arm out to adjust the collar of Justin’s shirt.
“Because it’s an adventure Ali! And because it’s just you and me.” He slid his eyes over to me with a wink, his fingers drumming the steering wheel.
“An adventure?” I gestured toward the nothing that stretched out in front of us and the more nothing trailing behind us, only half-serious.
“Yes, an adventure.” He nodded, pretending not to notice that I was being disagreeable.
We were about 200 miles outside of California, on I-15, making our way to Stratford. He was taking a short, much needed break, and had made it clear from the start that I was coming with him.
“You better be glad I like you.” I sighed.
“You like me?” He laughed with feigned surprise.
“Yeah…you’re kind of growing on me.” I dug in my purse, searching for my lip-gloss. “Besides dummy, jokes on you, you seem to be forgetting all the fun we have on airplanes.”
“No, I haven’t forgotten…remember that flight to Cleveland last summer?” He adjusted his rearview mirror casually, but I could see the smile playing on his lips.
I flushed, the memory vivid. His hand slipping up my skirt underneath a soft blanket in first class, making me cum with merely two fingers as he casually told that flight attendant that yes, we would care for a drink.
He looked over at me, his eyes taking on the sleepy quality that they always did when he was aroused, and I knew that he knew I had been replaying the memory.
He reached down and stroked his cock gently through the black denim of his jeans. I could see that he was hard as a rock. My own hand found its way over on its own accord. My need to touch him had always been second nature.
He licked his lips, causing them to shine. I couldn’t resist leaning in to slide the tip of my tongue against their plump softness.
Moving his hips upward slightly he nodded his head towards his zipper, I immediately complied. Tugging gently to unfasten the button and slide down the zipper. Slipping my hand inside I stroked the soft, delicate skin that was in such contrast to the rigid, throbbing shaft it covered.
He moaned, a small sigh of pleasure escaping him, but his eyes remained on the road.
“What if somebody see’s?” I asked, placing gentle kisses along the silky skin of his neck.
“Come on Ali…” his hips rose once more as he moved himself against my hand.
I pumped my fist softly up and down the length of him in return.
“Please…” his voice was quiet, but he really wasn’t begging, he knew he didn’t need to. “Put it in your mouth…for just a minute.”
Relenting, as we both knew I would, I leaned down and pulled his cock from his pants, exposing it completely for anyone sharing the road with us to see, and stroked it a few more times. His smooth, satiny head just barely grazing my lips.
He moved his eyes away from the highway for just a moment to look down at me, our eyes locked as I stroked the sensitive underside of his cock with the tip of my tongue. Lazy laps as though he were an ice cream cone I wanted to savor.
He moaned again, louder this time. Frustrated. Always quick to become impatient when he doesn’t get his way.
“Put it in your mouth…” It was bordering on a bossy demand, which he knew would cause me to prolong this little game, so he changed tactics.
“Come on baby…” he begged, his voice low and sexy. “Suck it. Put those pretty lips around my cock…please.” He knew I would not…could not, deny him any longer. When he talks to me like that, he gets his way…every time.
I took him into my mouth, our bodies both relaxed with relief as I sank my lips down around him. I took him in down to the base, gagging slightly against the length.
He groaned with pleasure and buried his hand in my hair as I began to work... <<<<<< N.B from Jumbotweet: auto-truncated at 4K characters on index page - Click here or on the "view" link to see entire jumbotweet! http://www.jumbotweet.com/ltweets/view/7465 - “Seriously?” I rolled my eyes at the Buick ahead of me who was driving at the maddening speed of at least six miles under the speed limit. I considered honking my horn, but didn’t, deciding it would do no good.
My cell began to ring in the passenger seat beside me. I grabbed it and pressed the talk button to answer. Seeing his name on the caller ID made me smile in spite of my mood. Cradling it between my shoulder and cheek because, where the hell was my hands free?
“Cam!” he said with genuine delight. Forever happy to hear my voice.
“Justin!” I laughed, playfully mocking him.
He didn’t notice. “What’s my girl up to?”
“Nothing. Other than cruising down Ashland Blvd at the leisurely pace of about 2 miles an hour behind some woman who forgot to invite us to her 99th birthday party last week.”
“Come see me! I’ve been stuck here at the studio all day,” he pouted. “We’re editing some tracks and I want your opinion.”
“Justin, you know I hate that.” I sighed. I love to watch him record. He falls into this secret place inside him…bordering somewhere between creative perfection and genius. Amazing to see. And very…very sexy. But I felt self conscious and anxious when he asked me to weigh in on my thoughts surrounded by producers and moguls who knew music inside and out.
“Okay then, no opinions…” he relented. “Just come keep me company. I miss you.”
I missed him too.
“Okay give me twenty or so.”
Twenty eight minutes later I pulled open the door to the studio. Frigid air conditioned air rushing at me, a shocking change from the California summer heat outside.
The sleepy security guard that manned the front desk knew me and greeted me with a smile, nodding me on.
I made my way through the maze of corridors that led to the studio where Justin was working. Finally, standing before the door, I knocked. I never walked right in although Justin had told me to a hundred times.
Justin swung the heavy wooden door open almost immediately, a scowl upon his face. “Cammy…don’t knock. Why do you always knock?”
“Because I’m a lady,” I batted my eyelashes at him, “And ladies have manners, and manners mean knocking before entering.” I gave him a little curtsey with a wink.
“Yeah…I’ve seen what a proper lady you can be.” He teased back. Pulling me into his arms for a brief but deep kiss.
“Mmmm, I’ve missed you.” He buried his face in my hair for a moment, breathing me in.
My eyes had drifted closed at the touch of his soft, warm lips and I whispered that I had missed him too before opening them.
He led the way into the room outside the recording booth. I was surprised to find it empty.
“Everyone on a break? Or did they finally get sick of the great Justin Bieber’s obsessive need for musical perfection and quit?” I teased. “Can’t believe it took ‘em this long!”
“Is that the dress I bought you?” his eyes traveled up and down my body as he motioned for me to spin.
I did, with a little laugh, the soft green silk twirling gently against my skin. “Yes. Where is everybody?”
He pulled me into his arms again, “They all went home for the night.” He whispered, leading me further into the room, his warm body pressed close to my own.
“Then what the hell am I doing here Bieber?”
“Just thought we could visit…” he feigned innocence. “You know, discuss the weather .”
“Yes.” I nodded, playing along, trailing my hand down to the already hard package that waited for me there. “I hear there’s rain coming.”
“Rain…” he murmured, his plump lips grazing the sensitive skin of my neck. “I think I heard that too.”
He wrapped his arms around my waist he swung me around. Lifting me with effortless grace, resting me gently on the soundboard. The knobs and buttons and dials cold against the backs of my thighs.
My lips sought his, but he merely brushed them against my... <<<<<< N.B from Jumbotweet: auto-truncated at 4K characters on index page - Click here or on the "view" link to see entire jumbotweet! http://www.jumbotweet.com/ltweets/view/7438 - “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.” He whispered softly into the flesh of my neck.
I tilted my head, exposing my throat to allow his lips to send chills through my body. He pushed his thigh between my legs, pushing them apart slightly.
He slid his hand up the silk of my shirt and swept his hand across my nipples, causing them to stand hard as glass.
“I missed you too Justin…” my voice was barely a whisper, raspy with my desire for him.
“No…you don’t know…” he stumbled over his words endearingly. “Oh god Mattie…” he trailed off, slipping his warm, gentle tongue into my mouth. I welcomed his kiss, our tongues dancing together as he moved his hand along the inside of my skirt.
“Justin!” I scolded, pushing his hand away. “Not here!” My eyes darted around the room where at least a hundred other people were talking and laughing, lost in their own conversations. Telling jokes and antidotes that they had squirreled away in their minds as interesting things to haul out for get together’s such as this.
“Why?” he bit his bottom lip, a devious look in his eye that was sexy as hell.
“Because…” I laughed softly, “someone will see.”
He pressed against me a little harder, and along with the chill of the wall on my back, I could feel the length of his cock, now rock hard, on my thigh. “So?”
I rocked my hips against him for a moment, my eyes closing with pleasure.
“You would let me fuck you right here, right now in front of the whole room if I asked you to…” he inched his fingers up my skirt a little more. “Wouldn’t you?”
My lips were still slick from our kiss as a soft sigh slipped past them in response.
“Do you know why?” he teased, not waiting for an answer, “because you’re my girl, Mattie. My favorite girl.” He sang his last words into my ear with a whisper…his breath sending electricity rolling through me.
Another moan, louder this time, escaped me and I squirmed against his hand. Wanting him badly.
He rewarded my giving in by sliding his hand up to my drenched pussy at last.
“Oh god Justin…” I breathed. “Yes…mmm yes.” I struggled to remain quiet as people milled around, seemingly oblivious to what was taking place between us in the far corner of the room.
I needed him to make me cum so badly suddenly, it had been so long. But he ran the tip of his thumb up and down the slippery lips of my desperate cunt, steering clear of my most sensitive spot. I wiggled against him so that he would be forced to touch my clit, but he teased and circled, all the while avoiding the one place that was dying for his touch.
My patience gave out almost immediately, “Dammit Justin…” I hissed, “Just fucking do it!”
He scanned the room quickly before grabbing my hand. “Come on.” I followed him without question (I always do).
He led me along the edges of the gathering, avoiding everyone else so as not to be held up in an exchange with someone else. We slipped through a door, into a room lined with shelves that held stacks and stacks of dishes. I was fairly certain that we still ran the risk of being discovered by someone with the catering staff, but at this point, I didn’t care.
I sank to my knees and pulled at his belt and pants until his cock sprang free. Strong and thick… Steely and hard… Mine for the taking. I didn’t hesitate and drew him into my mouth right away. Slipping it into my mouth until my lips grazed the base and his silky head nudged the back of my throat.
He let out a groan of great relief as I began to work up and down the length of his shaft, spoiling his dick happily with my mouth.
He fucked my mouth with a gentle, firm rhythm. Pumping into it as my tongue moved along his delicate skin. Stopping only when his moans grew louder, his thrusts more feverish.
Wrapping his arms underneath my ass his swung me around, propping me... <<<<<< N.B from Jumbotweet: auto-truncated at 4K characters on index page - Click here or on the "view" link to see entire jumbotweet! http://www.jumbotweet.com/ltweets/view/6826 - “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.” He whispered softly into the flesh of my neck.
I tilted my head, exposing my throat to allow his lips to send chills through my body. He pushed his thigh between my legs, pushing them apart slightly.
He slid his hand up the silk of my shirt and swept his hand across my nipples, causing them to stand hard as glass.
“I missed you too Justin…” my voice was barely a whisper, raspy with my desire for him.
“No…you don’t know…” he stumbled over his words endearingly. “Oh god Mattie…” he trailed off, slipping his warm, gentle tongue into my mouth. I welcomed his kiss, our tongues dancing together as he moved his hand along the inside of my skirt.
“Justin!” I scolded, pushing his hand away. “Not here!” My eyes darted around the room where at least a hundred other people were talking and laughing, lost in their own conversations. Telling jokes and antidotes that they had squirreled away in their minds as interesting things to haul out for get together’s such as this.
“Why?” he bit his bottom lip, a devious look in his eye that was sexy as hell.
“Because…” I laughed softly, “someone will see.”
He pressed against me a little harder, and along with the chill of the wall on my back, I could feel the length of his cock, now rock hard, on my thigh. “So?”
I rocked my hips against him for a moment, my eyes closing with pleasure.
“You would let me fuck you right here, right now in front of the whole room if I asked you to…” he inched his fingers up my skirt a little more. “Wouldn’t you?”
My lips were still slick from our kiss as a soft sigh slipped past them in response.
“Do you know why?” he teased, not waiting for an answer, “because you’re my girl, Mattie. My favorite girl.” He sang his last words into my ear with a whisper…his breath sending electricity rolling through me.
Another moan, louder this time, escaped me and I squirmed against his hand. Wanting him badly.
He rewarded my giving in by sliding his hand up to my drenched pussy at last.
“Oh god Justin…” I breathed. “Yes…mmm yes.” I struggled to remain quiet as people milled around, seemingly oblivious to what was taking place between us in the far corner of the room.
I needed him to make me cum so badly suddenly, it had been so long. But he ran the tip of his thumb up and down the slippery lips of my desperate cunt, steering clear of my most sensitive spot. I wiggled against him so that he would be forced to touch my clit, but he teased and circled, all the while avoiding the one place that was dying for his touch.
My patience gave out almost immediately, “Dammit Justin…” I hissed, “Just fucking do it!”
He scanned the room quickly before grabbing my hand. “Come on.” I followed him without question (I always do).
He led me along the edges of the gathering, avoiding everyone else so as not to be held up in an exchange with someone else. We slipped through a door, into a room lined with shelves that held stacks and stacks of dishes. I was fairly certain that we still ran the risk of being discovered by someone with the catering staff, but at this point, I didn’t care.
I sank to my knees and pulled at his belt and pants until his cock sprang free. Strong and thick… Steely and hard… Mine for the taking. I didn’t hesitate and drew him into my mouth right away. Slipping it into my mouth until my lips grazed the base and his silky head nudged the back of my throat.
He let out a groan of great relief as I began to work up and down the length of his shaft, spoiling his dick happily with my mouth.
He fucked my mouth with a gentle, firm rhythm. Pumping into it as my tongue moved along his delicate skin. Stopping only when his moans grew louder, his thrusts more feverish.
Wrapping his arms underneath my ass his swung me around, propping me... <<<<<< N.B from Jumbotweet: auto-truncated at 4K characters on index page - Click here or on the "view" link to see entire jumbotweet! http://www.jumbotweet.com/ltweets/view/6825 - I shoved my carry-on into the overhead compartment. Forcing it in the manner the flight attendant had just warned against. And then settled into my huge, plush first class seat. The airline had overbooked the flight and bumped my coach ticket up. Making it the first time I had ever been pleased with an airlines screw up.
I leaned back against the head rest while the rest of the plane boarded. Dozing through the Captain’s instructions and take off before open my eyes to dig through my purse for the magazine I had brought along. Leaning down to search I caught a glimpse of the passenger that was sitting across the tiny isle.
He had obviously watching me first because as soon as I glanced his way he shot me a gorgeous grin. Realizing who he was, I jerked back slightly, shocked.
He laughed softly and titled his head a little in the endearing way I’d seen from him in countless interviews. Adorable. Fucking adorable. But sexy as hell at the same time. How was that even possible I wondered inwardly?
Before I knew it, he had slid across the aisle to sit in the seat beside me. He leaned in close and whispered “Is it true that all women secretly love bad boys?” intimately, as though I weren’t a stranger at all.
“What?” I couldn’t decide whether his opener was cheesy or unique in a good way.
“Is it true?” He was still so closed to me.
“Um…well, yes. I’d say most of us are at least a little.” I confirmed.
“Are you?” he raised his eyebrows.
“Yeah,” I paused with a little smile. “I am.”
“Okay good. So did you see that there? What I just did?” He asked proudly.
“No.” I laughed. “I guess I missed it.”
“See that?” He pointed to the fasten your seat belts sign that the captain had yet to turn off. “I unbuckled anyway. Then I got really crazy with it and got out of my seat as well.”
He stretched out in his seat slightly. “Yep…I’m pretty much a criminal.”
I laughed again. “Somebody should report you.”
“I think you’re right. Can’t be good for someone like me to be free to roam around with the rest of society.”
“No.” I agreed.” No it can’t.”
“Tell me your name.” He didn’t ask like anyone else in the world…
“Deanna. I know who you are.”
“Of course you do.” He nodded a little. “I’m going to call you Dee.”
We were quiet for a while. But it was an easy, comfortable silence.
Then he moved his had to my thigh, trailing his fingertips against my skin through the silk of my stockings.
A tiny shiver of pleasure rolled up my spine but I reached out to still his hand anyway.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked him, my hand still holding his still by the wrist.
“Whatever I want.” His tone was so matter of fact. As if we’d been over this a million times before and I always gave in, and he was sure today would be no different.
I flung his hand away, “No, you are certainly not going to do…”
“Whatever I want.” He interjected, sliding his hand back to my leg, inching higher.
“Get your fucking hand off of my leg or I will remove it myself, and you don’t want that.” My voice was low, nearly a whisper but I hissed the words like a snake.
This had far from the negative effect on him that I had hoped it would. I noticed his cock, thick and strong, growing harder as it strained against his jeans.
He slipped his hand under my skirt and snapped the black elastic of my garter belt gently. “Oh this is fucking hot, Dee.” He bit down on his lip.
I fought to keep my breath even as his hand roamed my body as if it was his, but it was becoming more and more difficult.
He moved on past my thigh and stroked the inside of my thigh, dragging one finger along my panties.
A tiny smile crept up on his lips as he discovered that the black lace that covered my sex was soaked with my lust for him.
I was losing and this infuriated me.
“I said, get your fucking... <<<<<< N.B from Jumbotweet: auto-truncated at 4K characters on index page - Click here or on the "view" link to see entire jumbotweet! http://www.jumbotweet.com/ltweets/view/6707 - We had been together for a while, and I normally took the fans in stride…even when they were throwing themselves at him, offering themselves up like gifts. Hell, I had been one of them! Met him at a meet and greet, but that’s another story.
Like I said, I took it in stride MOST of the time. But I won’t pretend it was easy.
The trip to Vegas had been a surprise for me to celebrate my birthday…and even though I was only 18, Justin Bieber could gamble at any table he wanted…and by default, so could his girlfriend.
I had looked up from the Blackjack table where I had been steadily losing money, and spotted him across the room. I girl with long dark hair, and a ridiculously short skirt was whispering something into his ear. He nodded and smiled tucking the scrap of paper she was handing him into his pocket.
That was it. I flew into a rage, throwing my hand in…leaving the meager pile of chips I had left behind as I stormed over to him. He saw me coming and moved away from her quickly…a guilty look on his face.
“You asshole!” I yelled, knowing I was about to start something that would undoubtedly end up in the tabloids the next day.
He looked confused. And to be honest, he was usually a terrible liar but I didn’t relent.
“Give me the goddamn room key Justin!” I thrust my hand out, waiting. “And after that, go book yourself another room, because you’re sure as hell not staying in our!”
“What the hell Beth?” he handed me the key card and held his hands up as if to say ‘I surrender’.
“Fuck you.” I ripped it from his hand and spun around.
“Are you serious with this right now Beth?” He grabbed my arm, trying to stop me from walking away.
“Yes I’m fucking serious Justin. I saw you! I saw you take her number!” I jerked out of his grasp.
“I did not!” he pulled his pockets out to show that they were empty.
I didn’t bother to respond and stormed out of the hotel’s casino into the hall. He followed.
“Would you wait a minute?” he raised his voice a little louder as he chased after me.
Again, I ignored him and walked faster.
But not fast enough, he caught up with me spinning me around to face him. “Stop!”
I was breathing heavily, not out of the exertion of rushing down the hall, but out of anger and jealousy.
“Let go of my Justin.” My voice was calm and quiet now…his touch had a way of soothing me even when I didn’t want it to. “I can’t do this anymore.” I was near tears, and I hated it.
“Do what?” His eyes searched mine, trying to figure out what was happening.
“This! There are just too many…”
“Too many what?” he backed me up against the wall in the hallway that led to the lobby.
“Others.” I gave in an allowed him to press his body against mine, allowed him pin my arms above my head loosely, allowed him to drag his soft lips against my collarbone.
“There are no others Beth.” He breathed against my skin.
“Let go Justin…” but I didn’t move to free myself.
“Shhh…spread your legs for daddy.” He knew daddy got me every time…and tonight was no different. I moved my legs apart just a little, welcoming his hand as it slid up my skirt and into my panties.
“Someone’s going to see us.” I looked around, melting under his touch. “Let’s go back to the room.”
“No.” He continued on, the tip of his tongue searching out the spot just below my ear that drove me crazy. “Here.”
“Absolutely not Justin…this is the main hallway! Someone’s going to come through any minute…” but somehow my hand had already found its way down to stroke his cock on its own. It grew hard and thick beneath my touch.
“Let them see…” he let go of my wrists, slipping his right hand under my shirt, smiling as he found my nipples standing hard at attention, waiting for him. His left still working my now swollen clit.
“Tell daddy what you want…” he toyed with me knowing that I was now... <<<<<< N.B from Jumbotweet: auto-truncated at 4K characters on index page - Click here or on the "view" link to see entire jumbotweet! http://www.jumbotweet.com/ltweets/view/6614 - I would never admit it, but I waited for nearly 14 hours at the airport for him. Took the day off work, and skipped two classes for the chance to see him. My determination paid off though, and I was front and center when he made his way down the terminal to greet the mob of screaming fans. Girls chanting his name, holding “Marry me Justin!” signs and trying to snap pictures on their iPhones, surrounded me. I did none of those things. I just stood as still as I could while being pushed and shoved by fans, trying to take him all in. He was even more amazing in person. I knew he would be.
When he looked my way, I caught his gaze and smiled. He stopped for a split second and smiled back. For just a moment we connected, I knew he felt it too. Then, before I knew what was happening he had backtracked and was standing before me, reaching out to hug me. My eyes fluttered closed at his touch. Electricity pulsed through me as a soft sigh slipped past my lips into his ear. He held me a little tighter and I knew this was it. I went for it.
“I want to make you cum Justin…” I whispered, “Just once.”
“What?” he pulled back a little to look at me. Time slowed and the crowd around us faded away.
“Just once.” I repeated.
He stared at me for a moment longer and then hugged me once more, whispering, “The Biltmore. I’ve got a villa under Hamilton James. ‘Round 1:00. Cheesecake.”
And then he was gone…making his way through the airport greeting the rest of the girls that were waiting for him, leaving me to wonder if it had even really happened. And cheesecake? What?
Just before one in the morning, I stepped through the hotel’s enormous doors, feeling out of place and nervous. Not to mention under dressed. Although I didn’t see any other guests the incredibly beautiful surrounds made me feel strange in my skinny jeans and fitted t. I had wanted to look casual…slipping on ballet flats and a sweep of lip-gloss before leaving the apartment I shared with my sister. But now I felt stupid.
I tried my hardest to look confident and sure as I announced to the man at the desk that I was here to see Mr. Hamilton James. He nodded and picked up the phone, punching in a series of numbers.
“Yes Mr. James? You have a visitor. Shall I send her up? Yes, just one moment.” He pressed another button placing the call on hold.
“Miss, could I ask what you had for dessert last night?” he asked.
“What?” I was surprised, but tried recover adding, “I’m sorry, I’m not sure what you mean.”
“Mr. James would like to know what you had for dessert last night.”
“Cheesecake!” I answered. My voice too loud with the excitement of figuring out what he meant.
He nodded and punched yet another button on the phone. “Mr. James? The young lady had cheesecake for dessert last night.” He was silent for a moment. “Yes… Of course!”
“Mr. James is enjoying out penthouse suite accommodations this evening, would you like me to escort you?"
I shook my head, "No thank you, I'll be fine. Just point me in the right direction."
My heart began to pound as I moved closer to his room, and I suddenly wondered if I was dreaming. I decided against the old pinch yourself cliché....if it was, I didn't want to wake up.
He opened the door before I even had the chance to knock.
"Do you like cheesecake?" He asked without even saying hello.
I had always loved this about him, his complete randomness. He leaned against the doorframe. Backwards black baseball cap, simple white v-neck t-shirt, and worn jeans. I was relieved knowing I had made the right call by going casual.
"I love cheesecake Justin." I answered, looking at his delicious mouth.
"It's my favorite, and I believe it or not, room service here has incredible cheesecake...I'll order some up later. Would you like that...?" he... <<<<<< N.B from Jumbotweet: auto-truncated at 4K characters on index page - Click here or on the "view" link to see entire jumbotweet! http://www.jumbotweet.com/ltweets/view/6610 - “How much?” I held up the necklace for the man at the gift stand to see.
“One sixty.”
“Dollars?” I asked trying to hide my disappointment.
He nodded curtly in response.
I looked down at the pink crystal charm longingly. It caught the light as it dangled from its shiny silver chain as if taunting me.
“You want?” the man raised his eyebrows expectantly.
“No. Thank you.” I sighed. He reached over and removed it from my hand, suddenly disinterested in the girl who would obviously be buying nothing.
I glanced down at my watch and saw that it was nearly time to meet my parents at the restaurant that we had decided on earlier for dinner, and headed in that direction, reluctantly leaving my beautiful necklace behind.
We vacationed every summer. My brother and I packed our bags while my parents conned one of our neighbors into bringing in our mail and feeding our cat. Then we were off for a week or so. Last year our trip had been to visit my grandparents in Florida. And after 8 days and 7 nights of home movies and endless games of gin rummy my parents had vowed to make it up to us. And true to their word, here we were, in the Bahamas. Definitely our most appealing destination yet.
After a dinner of wonderfully fresh seafood, I had decided to go for a walk along the beach. My Dad initially offered to join me, but he had indulged in one too many rum and cokes with his meal and headed back to the room. I was relieved…I had wanted to be alone anyway.
I sat beside the water, watching the sun sink into the ocean and headed back to the hotel before it was too dark. The night was different in the islands. Darker…quieter.
Walking into the lobby, I nodded hello to the doorman. He smiled and gave me a wink. He was in his sixties it seemed, and perfectly charming and harmless so I played along, blowing him a kiss.
His cheeks turned pink as he laughed. “You have a package at the front desk miss.” He seemed to remember suddenly.
“I do?” I was surprised.
“Yes, a young man left it for you.”
“Oh! Well…thank you.” I moved towards the front desk, more than a little confused.
“The man at the door says I have a package?” I asked the woman who sat clicking away at a computer.
“Oh yes!” she stood and reached under the desk. “Aren’t you a lucky girl?” she gave me a knowing smile.
“Am I?” what the hell was this all about.
She handed me a small white box, secured with a white ribbon.
I thanked her and untied the bow, tucked the scrap of satin into my pocket, and removed the lid.
There, nestled inside light blue tissue paper was the necklace I had wanted so badly along with a note and a hotel key card. My breath caught in my throat as I touched the necklace lovingly.
Stunned, I opened the note. “Tonight. Room 156. 11:30”
Just a moment ago, I was certain that opening the box would clear my confusion. I had been wrong, I was more perplexed now then ever.
“Who left this?” I asked the woman.
She smiled at me again. “This hotel honors its guests and always respects their privacy.”
“Yes. Well, I’m a guest. Don’t I have the right to know who left this for me?”
She didn’t respond and continued on smiling stupidly at me.
“Whatever.” I stomped away with more questions than answers.
I struggled with myself for the rest of the night. Telling myself I would be crazy to go. But at 11:25 I found myself slipping out of the room, checking once more that the key card to my room was safely in my pocket along with the mystery card, before closing the door softly behind me so as not to wake my parents.
I made my way down the hall in the direction of room 156.
"What the hell am I doing?" I muttered aloud. "Probably some serial killer waiting to hack me into pieces."
Suddenly I pictured some news anchor "In other news, tourist girl murdered because she was dumb enough to... <<<<<< N.B from Jumbotweet: auto-truncated at 4K characters on index page - Click here or on the "view" link to see entire jumbotweet! http://www.jumbotweet.com/ltweets/view/6530 - “How much?” I held up the necklace for the man at the gift stand to see.
“One sixty.”
“Dollars?” I asked trying to hide my disappointment.
He nodded curtly in response.
I looked down at the pink crystal charm longingly. It caught the light as it dangled from its shiny silver chain as if taunting me.
“You want?” the man raised his eyebrows expectantly.
“No. Thank you.” I sighed. He reached over and removed it from my hand, suddenly disinterested in the girl who would obviously be buying nothing.
I glanced down at my watch and saw that it was nearly time to meet my parents at the restaurant that we had decided on earlier for dinner, and headed in that direction, reluctantly leaving my beautiful necklace behind.
We vacationed every summer. My brother and I packed our bags while my parents conned one of our neighbors into bringing in our mail and feeding our cat. Then we were off for a week or so. Last year our trip had been to visit my grandparents in Florida. And after 8 days and 7 nights of home movies and endless games of gin rummy my parents had vowed to make it up to us. And true to their word, here we were, in the Bahamas. Definitely our most appealing destination yet.
After a dinner of wonderfully fresh seafood, I had decided to go for a walk along the beach. My Dad initially offered to join me, but he had indulged in one too many rum and cokes with his meal and headed back to the room. I was relieved…I had wanted to be alone anyway.
I sat beside the water, watching the sun sink into the ocean and headed back to the hotel before it was too dark. The night was different in the islands. Darker…quieter.
Walking into the lobby, I nodded hello to the doorman. He smiled and gave me a wink. He was in his sixties it seemed, and perfectly charming and harmless so I played along, blowing him a kiss.
His cheeks turned pink as he laughed. “You have a package at the front desk miss.” He seemed to remember suddenly.
“I do?” I was surprised.
“Yes, a young man left it for you.”
“Oh! Well…thank you.” I moved towards the front desk, more than a little confused.
“The man at the door says I have a package?” I asked the woman who sat clicking away at a computer.
“Oh yes!” she stood and reached under the desk. “Aren’t you a lucky girl?” she gave me a knowing smile.
“Am I?” what the hell was this all about.
She handed me a small white box, secured with a white ribbon.
I thanked her and untied the bow, tucked the scrap of satin into my pocket, and removed the lid.
There, nestled inside light blue tissue paper was the necklace I had wanted so badly along with a note and a hotel key card. My breath caught in my throat as I touched the necklace lovingly.
Stunned, I opened the note. “Tonight. Room 156. 11:30”
Just a moment ago, I was certain that opening the box would clear my confusion. I had been wrong, I was more perplexed now then ever.
“Who left this?” I asked the woman.
She smiled at me again. “This hotel honors its guests and always respects their privacy.”
“Yes. Well, I’m a guest. Don’t I have the right to know who left this for me?”
She didn’t respond and continued on smiling stupidly at me.
“Whatever.” I stomped away with more questions than answers.
I struggled with myself for the rest of the night. Telling myself I would be crazy to go. But at 11:25 I found myself slipping out of the room, checking once more that the key card to my room was safely in my pocket along with the mystery card, before closing the door softly behind me so as not to wake my parents.
I made my way down the hall in the direction of room 156.
"What the hell am I doing?" I muttered aloud. "Probably some serial killer waiting to hack me into pieces."
Suddenly I pictured some news anchor "In other news, tourist girl murdered because she was dumb enough to... <<<<<< N.B from Jumbotweet: auto-truncated at 4K characters on index page - Click here or on the "view" link to see entire jumbotweet! http://www.jumbotweet.com/ltweets/view/6529
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