Lustful Memoirs
By: Gina - gina@basic-nstynct.com
Chapter SixteenAfter watching JC leave the gallery, I retreated to my bed room. Stripping off my clothes, I fell on the bed and enjoyed the night's sleep.
I awoke shortly after nine, and showered. I quickly threw on some clothes and went downstairs, not bothering with my hair or makeup. As I reached the bottom step, I heard the familiar sounds of rehearsal going on down below. I quietly went down the steps hoping not to be seen. Unfortunately that wasn't to happen, as Jen noticed me as soon as I stepped on the basement floor.
"Blake, I'm glad you could make it to watch rehearsal," Jen greeted me, with the same jovial manner that she always had.
"How is rehearsal going?" I asked hoping for some insight to JC's mood that day.
"Great, actually. They are really starting to get these new dance routines together, and everyone is getting along today." She replied, her eyes not leaving Lance as she spoke.
I looked at her as she looked at him. Her eyes filled with love, admiration and respect. I smiled as I regarded her, I thought to myself that it must be wonderful to share that kind of feeling with someone. I never had. I had my share of boyfriends but none of them could satisfy me, in or out of the bedroom. Being in the position that I am in now, I would have to say that I didn't love any of them. At the time, I preferred my life the way it was. Men came into my life, we had sex, they left their money, and then they departed. Thinking about it, my way of life was sort of like modern day marriage, except without the marriage certificate and far less sex. But as I looked at Jen, my feelings toward relationships were reassessed, perhaps it was possible to share that much intimacy and feeling with another person.
We sat together watching rehearsal, her eyes fixed on Lance, mine on JC, however, I tried not to make that apparent. The mood of rehearsal was friendly and relaxed. Each of the guys perfecting their moves and joking around. One particular dance routine that they were performing involved numerous pelvic thrusts. They repeated this song again and again, getting the entire process synchronized. After each of them were satisfied that the moves were flawless, they took a break. JC retreated into the back room and the other four guys stood, gulping drinks of water and wiping the sweat from their bodies. Chris approached Lance.
"Hey, Lance, do you know what I noticed today?" The question was posed so that the room could hear and every one turned their attention toward the two. Chris just looked at Justin with a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. Justin seeming to know what was about to happen, said, "You know Chris, you are right. I noticed it too."
Lance looked at his two friends, his eyes moving from one to the other. He seemed to know that he was about to be the subject of one their jokes. He took a deep breath and looked at Chris, "What?" he replied.
"Well, I was just noticing that since you been with Jen, your pelvic thrusts are getting better. Getting a lot of action, are you?" Chris questioned, his face breaking into a smile. I glanced at Lance, his face red with embarrassment. Jen's face was one of shock as her mouth dropped at his words. The rest of the room broke out in laughter as did Jen and Lance moments later. I have to admit, watching the rest of rehearsal Chris and Justin are two of the funniest people I have ever met. Their jokes and jabs had me laughing so hard that my sides hurt. They finished rehearsals a little after three. JC was the first to disappear, muttering his good-byes and then heading out. He didn't say a word to me and our eyes didn't meet once during the entire day. I just ignored it, I had decided that I would do my job, I would stay out of his way and I wouldn't let him bother me. Joey and Justin were the next to leave. They were talking about their plans for the evening, and the girls that they might encounter there. I just shook my head, yeah me being here is going to stop them, they didn't need one girl between the four of them, they each needed their own. I thought as I watched them leave. I was only hanging around so that I could talk to Chris about the night that was to follow. He was talking to the choreographer about something. They were laughing and chatting rapidly so I doubted that it had anything to do with work. Lance and Jen departed after Lance had finished cleaning up. I wasn't sure why he was left to do it, but he didn't complain and neither did Jen. I was to find later that they all switch days for clean up. As Lance and Jen left, Chris approached me.
"I was waiting for you." I stated looking in to his brown eyes.
"Really," he said. His eyes registering confusion.
"Well, tonight is your night." I said, my tone flirting.
He smiled, "I know that," he began, "I am anxiously awaiting our time together. How about you meet me at my room at 8?"
"You're the boss, I'll see you then." I replied, turned and left.
The rest of the day passed without incident, I took a walk around the beautifully landscaped grounds and I swam in the pool. I ate dinner alone in my room in front of the television. It was a peaceful day. It was surprising to me that one could spend so much time around what the guys called the "complex" without ever bumping into another human being. I wanted to talk with Johnny but was to learn that he was out of town, so that would have to wait. Around 7, I began to prepare for my night with Chris. I showered, and dressed in the outfit that was assigned to him. As I pulled it out of the closet, I glanced at the two remaining with tags. I wondered what I should do with Lance's. I wouldn't feel right wearing it, knowing that it was picked out for me to wear during our night together and there wouldn't be any nights together. I pushed it to the side, deciding that maybe Jen would like it. As I did, only one outfit remained. The letters "JC" on the tag attached to it. It was dark blue and from the plastic covering it, I couldn't tell much about it. Deciding that I didn't have time to look at it, I left the walk in closet and dressed. I was ready by ten of eight. I sat on the bed and wondered what the night would hold. I certainly hoped that Chris would be a straight to business type of guy with no pretense, sort of like Justin but without the conceit. I waited five more minutes then left the room.
I approached Chris' room, not knowing what to expect I knocked on his door with no expectations of what the night would hold. He opened the door wearing a red terry cloth bath towel.
"Hey, Blake. Come on in." He stated, his voice holding the joking manner that it always did.
I walked into the room. He motioned for me to have a seat on one of the chairs situated by the fireplace. "I'll be right out." He stated. I sat in the overstuffed chair and looked around the room. It was tidy, there wasn't a single item out of place. I noticed pictures hanging on the wall. There were six of them in all. The first in the upper left hand corner was Chris surrounded by four girls, I assumed they must be his sisters that he was always gushing about. The picture below that was of Chris and his mom. Below that was a photo of Chris, his mom and another man. The upper right hand corner contained a picture of the group. The remaining two pictures contained a woman that I had never seen or heard of. She had long blonde hair. One picture captured her standing on the balcony of some hotel, a city sprawled out behind her. The wind swirled her hair around her head as the picture was taken, she was apparently laughing. The other picture was more intimate, it was of her and Chris looking into each other's eyes. Their hands entangled. There was some small writing in the upper left hand corner of the photo. I approached it and glanced at what was written. It said, "To Chris and Melanie, True love is hard to find, savor it. Merry Christmas, JC." I read the message again and again. I wondered when it was written, I wondered who Melanie was. Distracted from my thoughts as Chris exited the bathroom, I turned around.
"I was just looking at the pictures." I stated, hoping that he wouldn't be mad.
"Everyone important to me is on that wall." He stated, his tone serious for the first time since I arrived.
"Can I ask who Melanie is? Or is that a too personal question." I asked, as soon as the words left my mouth I regretted them. It wasn't my business to ask.
"She's my girlfriend. The love of my life." He stated, in a nonchalant manner.
"Oh," I replied.
"Does that bother you?" He inquired, his intense brown eyes still burning into me.
"No, your personal matters are not my concern." I stated.
"Good," was his answer. He approached me, the red robe still hanging loosely around his body. "You look nice," he stated as he looked at me.
"Thank you," I returned, not knowing what exactly he wanted me to do. I wouldn't have to wait long to find out.
He undid his robe to reveal his naked form. He let the robe fall to the floor, his penis already standing at attention. He closed the few inches between us, I raised my hand stroking the soft brown hair that covered his chest. I let my hand move lower, outlining his navel with my fingernail until my hand rested on his fully engorged cock.
"Would you like me to suck this?" I asked the question and his cock quivered. I smiled, Chris would be easy. It was apparent that he had been with a call girl before and that he was willing to let the events happen. I felt comfortable that the lines that I was used to were drawn. I would bring him pleasure and then leave, everything was simple. I dropped to my knees in front of him. He looked down at me, the look on his face telling me to proceed. I took his dick in my hand and stroked it, lightly at first and then harder. I then ran my fingernails gently over the head. His body trembled. I asked him if he would like to sit down, he shook his head no, so I continued. I licked the tip with my tongue and then ran it down the underside of his shaft. His hands found their way to my hair and rested there. I took him into my mouth, letting my teeth lightly graze the head. I could feel him growing harder with each stroke of my mouth. I had one hand on the base of his shaft, rubbing the soft skin there. My other hand gently massaged his balls. I began moving my mouth up and down his shaft, using my tongue to tease his length. Each time I pulled him further into me until he rammed against the back of my throat. I relaxed my muscles so that I wouldn't gag. I could hear Chris moan his approval of my actions. I felt as he leaned against the wall for stability. His head pushing on the pictures hanging there. I continued my assault on him, suddenly I felt his body tighten, and he grabbed my head with his hands. He held my head still as he used his hips to thrust in and out of my mouth. His pace was frantic. With one last stroke I heard him mutter, "oh god," I felt his body convulse as my mouth was filled with his semen. I was unable to swallow all of it, some spilled from my mouth and ran down my chin, and falling to rest on the black outfit I was wearing. He relaxed against the wall, his body trying to regain composure after his release. I pulled my shirt over my head and wiped my face with it. I left it lay on the ground. As I stood back up, I ran my fingernails along his abdomen and chest. His skin was covered by a thin layer of sweat. Beads of sweat ran down his face. I led him to the bed and laid him down. I then finished undressing. He said nothing, but from experience I knew that he wasn't done for the night. I began to kiss him, starting at his ankles, moving over his calves, up his thighs, over his abdomen to his chest. I took one of his nipples in my mouth and lightly bit on it. He groaned his approval and moved his hands over my back. I twirled my tongue around it, using my hands to tease his already reawakening cock. I moved my mouth to his other nipple, continuing my actions. He seemed to grow impatient. He flipped me over in one fluid motion. I knew that Chris was in no way inexperienced. He grabbed a condom off of the nightstand and covered himself with it. He then penetrated me. He felt good inside of me. He wasn't as big as Joey or Justin, but he filled me completely and his experience showed. He rocked his hips slowly at first getting into rhythm. I spread my legs further giving him more room and he took advantage of it. He pulled out of me and entered me again. He did this several times, teasing me, making me want him. "Chris, please fuck me, make me cum." I told him, I knew that guys enjoyed this type of talk, and Chris was no exception. He thrust into me hard, rocking his hips quicker now. His pace now at an unbelievable speed. My breathing was heavy as was his, sweat ran down both of our bodies. I grabbed his arms and moved my hips in cadence with his. As he pushed deeper, I would thrust my hips forward, when he pulled back so did I. This was the best kind of sex, thrusting together with a deep abandon. Chris shifted his weight slightly and I felt him penetrate deeper, not losing his pace. With a final stroke his body began to convulse, he pulled out of me, and removed the condom. He squirted his hot liquid over my body, covering my abdomen. I used my hands to smear it into my skin as he looked on. He fell onto the bed next to me. I moved over slightly allowing him room. We lay there together for several minutes when I got off the bed. I went into his bathroom and washed myself. I returned to the room to find Chris asleep. I grabbed my clothes and his red robe. I wrapped it around me and exited his room, reminding myself to next time bring my own. I entered my room throwing the semen filled clothes and his robe into the laundry hamper. I took a shower and cuddled into bed, my body satisfied with the actions of the evening.