Lustful Memoirs
By: Gina - gina@basic-nstynct.com
Chapter Twenty SixI stared at the napkin for several minutes, unsure of what to make of it, unsure of who sent it. Around the house I had only heard Justin referred to as J, but why would he go to the trouble of sending me breakfast to thank me, we both decided that we were going to help JC, and he thanked me last night. Letting out a deep breath, I shoved the napkin away from me and rose from my chair. I entered the bathroom and started to ready myself for the day. In theory it was Tuesday and it should have been Lance’s day, but he had a girlfriend and had told me the week before that he wouldn’t be needing my services, so I had the day off. How I was going to fill the hours, I had no idea. I did know that I needed to talk to Justin. I entered the shower and tried to forget the stressful thoughts that coursed through my brain. As I did, my thoughts turned to the man that laid next to me the night before. Nothing about the entire evening was sexual. He was needing comfort and sleep and he knew that he could find both under my covers, but something about the hours we cuddled next to one other turned me on while I was in the shower. Did I really have to wait until the following evening to have my insatiable lust satisfied? I didn’t think I was going to make it. I started to rub my hands up and down my body, lathering my breasts with the soap, I imagined it was him standing behind me, wrapping his arms around me and pulling my body hard against his. That it was he that grabbed at my breasts and tenderly bit at the nape of my neck. That he moved his hands down my toned stomach to rest between my legs, caressing my soft folds. That it was he that forcefully turned me around and pinned me against the shower wall as he roughly entered me. That it was him causing the moans to escape from my throat as he continued to move in and out, his pace frantic, his throat emitting animalistic sounds. That as quickly as he had started he had finished, both of us holding on to each other as the throws of orgasm took over our bodies. I stood against the wall of the shower and removed my hand from between my legs, as the final images of him and the feelings of the orgasm I had caused receded into the recesses of my memory. In the past, when I fantasized, the person I was with was always faceless, however not this time. As I stepped out of the tub, my hormones at bay for the moment, I wondered what that meant, that I would fantasize about him specifically. Pushing the thoughts aside, I quickly dressed and left my room, in search of the only J I knew.
I spent an hour looking for him, again realizing the enormity of the house.. I questioned everyone, only to be told the same, thing "I haven’t seen him today." I wondered where he could be hiding. I was just about to give up when I heard a sound that I knew would lead me straight to him, the sound of the inflated cowhide hitting the red clay, the sound of the basketball hitting the court. I wove my way through the maze of trees following the sound. As the fenced play area sprawled out before me, I stood silently watching him. His chest was bare, his well defined shoulders, chest, and abdomen glistened with sweat. He would dribble the ball, make the shot, rebound, and repeat the motion over and over. I made my presence known as I shouted, "Oh no, the great one finally misses." He looked at me and laughed. Laying the ball down on the court, he walked toward me, grabbing the white towel that hung on the fence in the process. I watched as he rubbed the moisture from his body with the terry cloth. Taking a deep breath, I chided myself for letting my hormones once again get the best of me.
He smiled as he came to stand right before me, "Hey, Blake, how’s it going?"
"It’s going well, I guess, gorgeous day. I just wanted to hunt you down and thank you for breakfast."
His eye brows furrowed and his face cast in question as he spoke, "Breakfast?"
"Yalena brought me breakfast this morning, I thought that you had sent it. The note on the napkin was signed J." I explained to him, trying to make him understand and also trying myself to figure out what was going.
"That was a nice gesture by someone, and I would love to take credit for it, but it wasn’t me. Are you sure it wasn’t JC? We call him J too, sometimes."
"Maybe it was, but I’m not sure why he would send me breakfast." I replied, hoping that I wouldn’t have to share with him what had happened after I left his room the night before.
"I’m not sure, either. You seem to be good at finding what you want, you found me, didn’t you?" He said with a chuckle, before continuing, "So maybe you should go find him and ask him. Have you seen him yet today?"
I wasn’t sure how to answer his question, when JC had arrived in my room it was after midnight, so in some respects it was today, however, I just shook my head no, Justin was the last person I wanted to know that JC shared my bed the night before.
"You’d be surprised to see him. He’s acting different, more relaxed, comfortable, like the JC I knew before all that stuff happened. I would like to say that our plan had something to do with it, but I know that that isn’t possible. I don’t know what happened, but I’m glad that he seems better."
Nothing Justin had shared with me was new, I had seen JC playing football with Chris and from his body language and his laughter, I knew that he was acting differently. I sighed, I had no idea what was really bothering him when I had first arrived, and now I had no idea why he was better. I looked at Justin and shook my head. "Let’s just hope that this is a permanent change and not a temporary thing."
"I’m praying, Blake, I’m praying," Justin whispered.
"Me too, Justin." I told him as I turned to depart, only to be called back by him.
"Hey, I know that today is Tuesday and that it’s Lance’s night with you, but I also know that Lance is with Jen, so I was wondering if you wanted to hang out tonight."
"You’re the boss, Justin, whatever you want to do." I smiled at him, but my smile quickly faded as I looked at his face, did I see disappointment there. If I did, it was promptly erased, replaced by the look of arrogance that he hid behind.
"Yes, that’s right, how could I forget, you work for me. Okay, I’ll see you at eight, wear something nice, but make sure it comes off easily." He muttered, the caring, sensitive boy, replaced instantaneously with the conceited, self-centered man. I just smiled to myself, his words no longer affecting me like they once had.
I left the courts, shaking my head at the dichotomy of Justin’s personality. I was looking down at the walkway in front of me, the stone laid out in what gave the appearance of a haphazard pattern, however, I knew that the placement of each stone was meticulously thought out and planned. It was typical of Johnny’s house, he liked the house to appear laid back and comfortable when in reality it was an expensive example of luxury at it’s finest. My progress along the path was suddenly stopped as I stumbled over one of the rocks and went flying. Strong arms enveloped me and prevented me from falling on the ground.
I looked up and my eyes met JC’s. I found myself blushing, how long had it been since I last did that. I lowered my gaze hoping he wouldn’t notice.