Lustful Memoirs
By: Gina - gina@basic-nstynct.com
Chapter SevenI approached Justin's room, checking my appearance in the mirror that hung by his door. I knocked lightly. It opened quickly and Justin stood before me. My stomach churned. He was dressed in a simple gray shirt and khakis. Tennis shoes graced his feet and diamonds adorned him. He smiled gingerly at me and pushed the door aside allowing me to enter his room. I was surprised to find the very eighteen-year-old surroundings. That would be only one of many surprises I would encounter on this night.
His bed was rumpled and covered with clothes. A few basketballs could be found on the floor. CDs were over piled in stacks on the table. One breath would send them crashing. The television illuminated the room as the sounds of the basketball game emanated from it. Silence hung between us. I wasn't sure what to do, or more importantly what he wanted me to do. I had never been with someone so young and I wasn't sure of his sexual history. This question would be answered as the time past.
I looked at him and realized how much he unnerved me. His every movement irritated me. I felt that it was going to be a very long night. I didn't know at that moment how very wrong I could be.
He motioned for me to take a seat by the table. I cautiously lowered myself into the chair, careful not to disturb the leaning tower of CDs. I waited for the crash but it never came. I sat still watching him. He began to clean off his bed, neatly hanging his clothes back in the closet. He finished and shut the closet door; he then sat on the bed. I regarded him curiously. I raised myself from my chair and approached him. I wanted to get this over with as soon as possible and pray that the following week wouldn't be so difficult.
I stood three feet in front of him. I could see his cobalt blue eyes examine my every curve. His eyes finally met mine.
"Nice outfit," he stated nonchalantly, "take it off."
His voice never faltered. I got the impression that he was accustomed to woman doing whatever he wanted. I started to undo the buttons on my blouse, slowly seductively. His eyes remained on me, never leaving. I reached the final button, just as I was about to undo it; I felt Justin's arms on my shoulders. He grabbed the edges of my shirt and roughly pulled them apart. The threads holding the last button tearing, leaving the button to fall to the floor. He jerked the material down my arms. His impatience excited me. I could feel myself becoming aroused, both by the quickness of his actions and my recent lack of fulfillment.
He quickly removed my bra, throwing it on the floor to rest with my forgotten shirt. "Finish undressing," he muttered, "and do it quickly."
It only took a second for me to remove the remainder of my clothing. I stood before him now, naked, the cool air surrounding my body. My nipples taut, both by the temperature of the room and the temperature radiating from his deep blue eyes. He stared at me for moments, making me turn for him so that he could examine every part.
"Not bad," was his only comment. His tone, mocking. I took a deep breath to control my reaction. I had been in this situation before, a young boy with the world at his fingertips. The only way to deal with this type of client was to ignore his remarks and focus on the events as they happened. It was a known rule of Marie's to not let the client's attitude bother you, you were to just deal with the egotistical nature of the individual, please him or her, collect your fee, and leave. This situation was different however, I couldn't leave for I would see this jerk every Monday, still the money was worth it and I wasn't going to let a few remarks stand in my way of that.
He began to undress, taking his time as I continued to stand in front of him. I wasn't sure of what he liked and it was best to just let him lead. In time I would learn him and what he expected but until then it was best to just follow his cue. He removed his shirt, revealing the white wifebeater underneath. I noticed that he was well defined. His biceps and triceps were visible with every movement of his arms. I could see his pectorals and his abdominal muscles relax and contract with every breath. He was handsome, if only he had the right attitude to go with it. He lifted the wifebeater over his head and his hands made their way to his belt. "Would you like me to do that for you?" I questioned, wanting to get a feel for what he wanted.
"No," the word was harsh.
I shook my head, allowing my control to falter for a moment; he noticed this and took advantage of it. He roughly grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the bed. He bent me over it, my stomach meeting the softness of the comforter. I was exposed to him. I was still unsure of his game plan. "Stay there." I obeyed, not knowing what was to happen next.
I could hear the unzipping of his pants as he finished undressing. He was behind me so I couldn't see what he was doing. The sounds of him rustling through a drawer were the next thing to enter my ears. I then heard the rip of a foil package. Without warning, he entered me from behind. He didn't hurt me, for I was ready for him, it was my job, but I was shocked by the size of him. He thrust into me hard and fast. I could feel my body reacting to him. I ached for release, however for the time I concentrated on him. I relaxed my muscles and then contracted them to grip him. I felt his breath on the back of my neck, I could feel the soft hairs of his lower stomach tickle my back. His pelvic bones ground into my backside. He continued to drive himself into me, his pace becoming faster and faster. Any thoughts of his inexperience were erased. He was in control. I felt his body begin to tighten and I clamped my muscles around his cock. He grabbed my hair as he rammed into my one last time before reaching his climax. I then allowed myself my sought after relief. I don't believe he noticed, or cared. His body quivered above me as the last throws of his orgasm rocked through his body. I struggled to catch my breath through my own ecstasy and his weight resting on me. He lay on top of me for several minutes; I could feel his ragged breath and the quick pace of his heart. As his breathing returning to normal, he raised himself from me. I remained in the position that he had put me in earlier. I heard the water begin to run in the bathroom and knew that he had gone in there. I turned over on the bed my body now fully recovered from the previous events. I noticed that he had gathered the clothes that were once strewn around the room. My clothes were now sitting on the table; his were no where in sight. I remained sitting on the bed not wanting to dress for I didn't know if wanted me to leave or if he had other plans.
My question was soon answered. As he exited the bathroom wrapped in a soft baby blue terry cloth towel, he glanced at me and said, "You can leave now."
I grabbed the clothes from the table, quickly pulled my shirt and skirt on and departed.