Lustful Memoirs
By: Gina - gina@basic-nstynct.com
Chapter Thirty OneI stepped out of the shower, my body aching from the actions of the evening. I looked at the clock, shaking my head, Justin would be pissed. I was due to meet him at 8, the clock, mockingly pointed out to me that it was 11:15. I sighed. What would be the ramifications? I already knew the personal, physical and emotional consequences of the night, but I wondered what Justin would do. Letting out one final sigh, I decided to get dressed and go see him. He might not be there, or he might be sleeping, or he might be busy, but still I needed to try tonight. I didn’t want to have to spend the night wondering. I chose my outfit carefully, not a baby blue thread in site. I applied natural make up, pulled my hair up in a barrette and left the room. Within minutes I stood in front of Justin’s room. I heard not a sound from inside. I knocked on the door slightly, there was no answer, I turned to leave, to return to my room to once again be haunted by everything that was going on in my life.
"He’s down at the pool," I heard a voice say.
I turned to find Joey looking at me, his face frozen in the same smile that was always found there.
"Thanks, I have to find him, I think he might be angry with me." I stated, saying more then I wanted but hopeful that Joey could offer some enlightenment to which of Justin’s many personalities I would encounter when I arrived at the pool.
"He’s not mad at you." Joey stated, his face never wavering from the smile. "He just told me that you and him had a date tonight and that you stood him up to be with JC. He was pouting that JC moved in on his woman. Blake, don’t worry about him, he’s not angry."
Relief washed over my already tired muscles. I smiled, I couldn’t help it, Joey’s smile was infectious.
"Thanks, Joey."
"Hey, no problem. Good night."
As quickly as he had appeared, he disappeared into the recess of his room. As I passed the room he had entered, I heard a girl exclaim, "Oh, Joey." To which Joey responded, "Shelley, you haven’t seen anything yet."
Shaking my head and laughing, I walked toward the pool. I saw Justin before he saw me. He was reclining in a lounge chair, a baby blue terry cloth towel emblazoned with the Tarhell insignia draped over his legs. His chest was bare, his hair a mass of golden brown curls. His eyes were closed, his breathing steady, yet his mouth twitched and his eyelashes fluttered indicating that while he was probably on his way to dream land, he wasn’t there yet.
I cleared my throat. In response to the soft noise, he opened his eyes. He puckered his lips and squinted his eyes as he saw me. He then looked toward the pool and back at me.
"I hope your time was well spent," he stated, his mouth moving to a smile as he licked his lips.
"I’m sorry." I told him, but he could not have understood how sorry I actually was.
"Don’t be, come here." He motioned to a spot on the lounge chair. I walked toward him, feeling more comfortable then I had the entire day. I was in my element now, no emotional feelings toward the man in front of me, no ghosts in his past that had an uncanny resemblance to me, just him and I and our mutual desire for sex.
I sat between his outstretched legs and grazed my fingers over the skin of his calves. His mouth stretched to a seductive grin, his eyes intense with desire.
"I don’t like to wait, girl, and you’ve kept me waiting far too long." His words echoed in my ears as I felt him shift, raising himself off the lounge chair. Without warning, he lifted me in the air. His strong arms supporting me.
"I remember someone telling me once that good things come to those who wait." I chuckled.
"I only have one thing to say to that statement, Blake," his desire for me resonated in his throat as he said my name. "It’s going to be good when we cum."
I laughed at him. He walked toward the pool, my body panicked.
"Justin, what are you doing?"
"We’re going for a swim." He stated matter-of-factly.
"Justin, I’m not wearing a bathing suit."
He placed my feet on the ground by the pool and took a few steps away from me. I stood still, unsure of what he was going to do. I watched him intently. He looked into the sky and then in the pool and then at me. The moon hung high in the now clear sky basking our surroundings in an iridescent glow. It played across the ivory of his skin, accentuating his muscled chest and abdomen. He stood staring at me, his full lips pouting, his deep blues eyes burning through me. It was the look of confidence, bordering on conceit, the look that his many thousands of fans fell in love with. It was the look and attitude that I lusted after. With one quick motion, he removed his swim trunks. I glanced over his body, stopping to look at his already stiff manhood. His hands grabbed my waist, wrapping his arms around me he pulled me close to his body, I could feel his hardness press into me. He breathed deeply, exhaling the warm air into my ear. "Now, I don’t have a swimsuit either." He whispered, huskily.
Understanding, I backed away from him and removed my clothes, slowly, seductively, unabashedly. I stood exposed in front of him, my nipples growing taut in the night air, goose bumps covering my skin as his eyes surveyed my body.
"Damn, girl." He stated, before pulling me into his arms and tossing us both in the pool. We resurfaced me still secure in his arms, our mouths searching for each other. Our lips met in a crushing embrace, our tongues dancing. For nineteen, Justin was an experienced lover, nothing short of a God and he knew it. He let his fingers roam over my body, starting at my ears, down the side of my neck, over my breasts, tracing a path down my stomach, to the folds between my legs. His long finger parted me and pain rippled through me. I closed by eyes tightly, not wanting him to know of my soreness. The pain was soon forgotten as he continued to caress my clit, rubbing, pinching gently. My legs gave way and he was quick to support me. Our mouths separated and our eyes met, his fingers continuing to tease my swollen sex.
"Justin, I want you to fuck me." I said, my voice dripping with seduction.
He smiled at me, "Not yet." His voice was low, the words being pulled from deep within his throat. He removed his fingers from my folds and my body screamed in protest.
"Let’s go for a swim." He said, before disappearing underneath the surface of the water. I stood still, my body aching with need and desire. I felt his hand in mine as he pulled me completely into the water. He kissed me beneath the depths and then led me to the opening of the cavern. We swam together, through the entrance. We immediately resurfaced both panting for air. The cavern was aglow with soft lights, the steam rising from the warm water into the cool air. Justin kissed me hard on the lips as he pulled me toward the steps. He lifted me, sitting me on the edge of the pool. Placing both hands on my knees he spread my legs, exposing me to him. He looked up into my eyes and then with a heated intensity moved his eyes down my entire body, stopping at my throbbing center. He kissed my left knee and then my right. His right hand caressed its way up my left thigh, as his mouth planted small kisses up my right thigh. I threw my head back, his mouth making me weak with want. I felt his fingers separate my folds as his tongue darted between them. My fingers automatically found their way twirling the curls of his hair. He licked me gently, lapping at my opening, then moving his tongue up to twirl around my clit. The sensation caused by those two pieces of skin meeting, made me buck my hips and my hands pushed on the back of his head, shoving his face closer to me. He responded to my urgency by grazing my sensitive flesh with his teeth. I felt my orgasm building as I lifted and lowered my thighs in cadence with his rhythm. I pulled gently on his hair, willing him to continue, to bring me to release. He knew what I wanted. He pulled his head back slightly, and forced two of his fingers inside me. Pain shot through me, but I paid no attention. Pumping his fingers in and out of me, his tongue continued to swirl around my clit. My breathing was erratic, my heart raced, my muscles tightened, I screamed his name, as he thrust his fingers into me one last time, before my release overcame me, my juices covering his fingers. I threw my head back, weak from the earth shattering orgasm he had just caused. I opened my eyes and looked at him, he removed his fingers from my center and licked them. His tongue moving seductively over the tips. I lowered my head to find his lips, my mouth met his, I pushed my tongue into his mouth, tasting myself. I kissed him with a burning urgency. He returned my kiss in the same manner, before pulling away from me. I frowned at him, momentarily, before I realized that he was making his way out of the pool to join me on the ledge. His manhood stood at attention as he sat next to me. Without shyness, I placed my hand on him and stroked gently, he was so hard. He licked his lips, causing me to apply more pressure to him. He moaned his approval. Removing my hand from him, he looked at me, his lip quivered.
"Relax, Justin, I’m not done, lay down."
He lay before me, his arms raised above his head. I remember the image of him, his face clean-shaven, his curls a rumpled mess surrounding his boyish like facial features. His eyes were closed, he breathed deeply through his mouth, his well-defined chest expanding and contracting with each breath. His stomach rippled a small trail of blonde hair leading from his navel to his erect manhood. He was gorgeous, and I wanted him. Without another thought, my hands were on him. My left hand found his balls, gently kneading them. My right hand started at the base of his cock, moving gently with moderate pressure to the head. I stroked him several times, before replacing my hand with my lips. As my tongue swirled around the head of him, I felt him shiver, trying to maintain his control. I then licked down the underside of his shaft. Bringing my tongue slowly, seductively back to the tip, I wrapped my lips around him and pulled him into my mouth. I felt his quick intake of air, urging me to continue. I spread my lips wide and moved down his shaft, relaxing the muscles in my throat, I took him in completely. I could hear his moans, whispering only my name. I pulled him out of my mouth, keeping my lips around the tip. I replaced my mouth with my hand and continued to stroke him, while my tongue swirled around his head. His cock quivered under my ministrations. I again took him completely into my mouth, applying gentle sucking pressure. I could feel him thrust his hips up to me, as his hands moved to tangle in my hair. He tried to control himself, not wanting to push my head, but I could feel him urging me to go faster. I’m happy to oblige, sucking, licking, moving up and down his engorged member. I feel his muscles tighten, his breaths coming in short rapid intakes of air, as his release began. His hips involuntarily moved in the same rhythm as my mouth as his juice filled me. I greedily swallowed every drop. He lay still, recovering. I moved away from him, sitting, observing him. His breathing grew deep and his body stopped shaking. His eyes opened, and he stared at me. He smiled. I winked at him, and he laughed. The mood was thick with desire, yet relaxed, we were just two people enjoying each other’s company and what we could do for each other. He rose from his laying position and moved closer to me.
"Are you ready for act three?" He questioned, a smug smile gracing his lips.
"I’ve never been more ready, you big stud." I returned, trying my best not to giggle.
"Good," he whispered heavily as he crushed my mouth with his own. No pretenses surrounded our kiss, it was pure lust, hurried and raw. Our teeth bit each other’s lips and our tongues battled. Swiftly he turned me, so my back was to him. He cupped his body against mine, I could feel his hardened cock on my ass. With one fluid motion, he laid me on my stomach, raised my ass in the air, and entered me from behind. The penetration was deep, he filled me, there was no pain this time, but I knew that I would be sore for the next couple of days. He started slowly, thrusting gently, pulling out slightly, and then filling me again. I arched my back allowing him further penetration, he continued his soft strokes, kissing the back of my neck as he did so. I couldn’t wait any longer, his pace was excruciating, I wanted to feel him pound into me. "Justin, please..." I begged him. "Please, what, baby?" he asked softly, his breath hot on my ear. "Please stop teasing, fuck me, Justin, fuck me." I screamed at him. He was quick to oblige. He pulled completely out of me, ramming himself back within my depths. His pace continued to quicken, his hips meeting my ass with each thrust. I kept his frantic rhythm with my hips. In and out, he filled me and emptied me, I squeezed my walls around him. I felt my body tense, I wouldn’t be able to hold back much further, "Oh God, Justin, I’m going to cum." As soon as the words left my mouth, I fell over the edge of sanity, my body rocked by his movements and my orgasm, my juices covered his member as he continued his strokes. He followed soon after letting his seed fill me and run out over my body. "Oh, God, Justin," I screamed as he came. He collapsed on me. We lay for several minutes.
"Damn, Blake," he whispered, "I think that was the best sex I’ve ever had."
"I’m glad I could provide it," I said, smiling, "you weren’t bad either, Timberlake, in fact, I think I’m going to have to stay here tonight, I don’t think that I can walk."
He smiled at my comment, as he rolled off of me. "Well, Blake, I’ll just have to carry you."
He stood above me, pulling me off the floor and into his arms. He walked toward the back of the cavern, opening a door I didn’t know existed. He exited the cavern and stepped into the night air. The chill made my shiver. He pulled me closer to him, warming me. It was then that I realized that we are both naked and out in public view. I started to say something to him, but then decided against it. ‘If he isn’t worried, then I’m not going to,’ I thought to myself. He lowered me onto a lounge chair, and I watched as he gathered his shorts and threw them on, he then grabbed my clothes and brought them to me. He began to dress me, my body too tired to fight or to even question his actions. After I was dressed, he lifted me from the chair.
He carried me in the house and all the way to my room. Not letting me down, he opened the door. He made his way to the bed and pulled the comforter down. He gently laid me down. I snuggled into the pillows as I felt him cover me with the comforter. He kissed my forehead, and I heard him whisper, "Thank you Blake, for a wonderful time." With that he was gone. I drifted off to sleep, my thoughts too occupied by Justin and his tongue to even think about JC.