Lustful Memoirs
By: Gina - gina@basic-nstynct.com
Chapter SixI awoke the next morning to find that the sun failed to rise. The rain clouds filtered the light streaming through my windows. I crinkled my nose thinking of the damper this weather had definitely put on the day. I moaned to myself and rolled out of bed. After showering and dressing, I went to look for Johnny. I heard music radiating from the lower portions of the house as I made my way down the steps. I wondered where it was coming from. I followed the noise down another set of stairs into the basement, although the basement wasn't the basement at all. Before me was a state of the art recording studio, on the other side was a dance studio. I noticed five figures standing in a line behind a lone figure. They all watched intently as the man in the front demonstrated the dance moves. As he finished, the music was started again and the five men attempted to emulate the moves that they had just observed. Each succeeded to some degree. Lance was having the hardest time of all; however, this seemed to be expected. While the others took a break Lance remained working with the choreographer to perfect the moves. I was most impressed by Justin. He mastered the moves on the first try, every time. I thought that he may get annoyed waiting for Lance and sometimes Joey and Chris to finally perfect their moves, but he didn't. He was very patient and often gave advice to the other members of the group. I knew that he was the youngest but seeing the five of them working together you could tell that they were all on an even playing field. I tried my best not to look at JC. I was still leery about my earlier reaction to him. After a while, I had no choice but to look at him. To my surprise, his presence didn't effect me the same way. I felt relieved by this. It would certainly make my job easier. I noticed other things while I observed them. They were a tightnit bunch of guys. They took their careers very seriously. They each seemed to have their own role in the group. The one thing that did bother me was that during every break JC would seem to disappear. He didn't interact with the other guys in the group the way I would have expected. He was very respected in the group. On the few occasions that he felt it necessary to voice his opinion, his counterparts stopped all moving and noise so that they could listen. But as soon as the music stopped he was gone. Where, I didn't have a clue. Another room perhaps? He continued to be a mystery to me.
The day progressed and as the hours dwindled, I started to get nervous. Why, I couldn't explain. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that after the night was over, I would have to see the person that I slept with the next morning. I wasn't sure. I returned to my room after dinner. I was due to meet at 8:00. I didn't know what to expect, but I knew what to wear, so half of the battle was done. I showered, did my hair and makeup and dressed in the outfit assigned his name. I was careful to make sure that my appearance was at it's best. Unfortunately, after dressing I still had a half of an hour to wait before the appointed hour. Not knowing how to keep myself occupied, I went downstairs. I walked to the glass porch and entered the room. I noticed right away that the rocking chair situated in the far corner was moving slightly. I approached thinking that Johnny occupied the chair. I was surprised to find JC sitting in the chair, only a pair of swim-trunks and headphones gracing his body. The rocking chair moved in rhythm to the music he was listening to. His eyes were closed and his fingers tapped quietly on the arms of the chair. Not wishing to disturb him, I quietly retreated, my body still effected by the sight of him. It was becoming apparent to me that I was very attracted to him, however, I rationalized that it didn't matter, I convinced myself that my reaction was only due to the fact that I hadn't engaged in sexual activity for a length of time that my body was unaccustomed to.
I glanced at my watch still intently watching the rocking chair move back and forth. I sighed to myself it was time to start work.