Lustful Memoirs
By: Gina - gina@basic-nstynct.com
Chapter Thirty TwoI awoke with a yawn the next morning, pain searing through me, soreness radiating from my center. I smiled to myself thinking back to the events of the prior night with Justin, my face soon converted to a frown as JC’s image infiltrated my mind. What was I going to do? What was the plan? I decided that I needed some answers about this woman, and there were only two people that I could think of that would be able to answer them, and JC wasn’t an option. Moaning to myself as I rolled out of bed, I decided that I needed to talk to Justin. According to what I knew about the group, he knew JC better then anyone. Maybe he could answer the questions I had.
I took a quick shower, hurried to dress, and then went to find him. I heard the sounds of the group rehearsing as I entered the gallery. Knowing that I would have to wait for them to finish, I sighed. This was going to take longer then I had originally thought. I walked through the large art filled room on my way to the room overlooking the pool. There I found Johnny.
"Hey, Johnny," I greeted him, "how’s it going?"
"Life around here is about to get very hectic. The tour is set to start on Saturday, and we aren’t sure we are going to be ready. I mean, we will be ready, we have to be, but tensions are going to be at an all time high."
"Great," I muttered under my breath causing Johnny to inquire as to what I said.
"Oh, nothing," I replied, "I’m just excited to get the tour started." I made the statement with sincere truth. I longed for the days where I could stay out of their way, hiding myself in my hotel room and avoiding the owner of the intense blue eyes all together, well, except for one night a week.
Johnny made no attempt to continue the conversation as he pored over the papers scattered in front of him and took calls. I observed him, caught in his element, ‘so, this is what Johnny does’ I thought to myself with a chuckle. Our silence was interrupted by the sound of Justin calling for Johnny. He entered the glass room, sweat pouring over him, soaking his clothes, making them cling to his body. His face glistened with the moisture his body was producing, his hair was covered with a bandana. Looking at him, wet with his own sweat, and breathing heavy, my mind drifted back to the actions he and I shared the previous evening, and I felt my body react. When he licked his full sensual lips with his tongue, I thought that I could have an orgasm right there sitting on my chair across from Johnny. Neither seemed to notice my presence or my obvious attraction to him, for which I was thankful. Justin informed Johnny that he was needed downstairs, and Johnny stood to depart, I fully expecting Justin to follow. He did not. Instead, he made his way passed Johnny to the table where I was sitting. He was close enough to me then that his scent mixed with his cologne enveloped me. I breathed it in deeply. Picking up a peach from the fruit bowl, he bit into it as I tried not to stare as his mouth moved over the soft fruit. What was wrong with me, my body was surely satisfied, however, I wanted him, and wanted him bad. He looked down at me, my shirt pulled open enough so that he could see the expanse of skin between my breasts. He smiled and his tongue darted out of his mouth to lick those damn lips of his. I forced myself to look away.
"Good morning, Blake," he said with the same smugness that had first annoyed me and now did nothing but get me further aroused.
"Good morning, Justin," I choked out.
"Did you sleep well?" He inquired.
"Yes, I did, thank you." I replied, looking up into his dark blue eyes. A drop of sweat trailed down his forehead and dripped off his brow, landing on the table before me.
"I’m disgusting. I have to take a shower." He stated, grabbing a napkin and wiping up the pool of liquid.
"You look fine to me." I stated, shocked at my own words.
"Well, thank you. You’re looking hot enough to lay down on the floor right here and fuck until you scream my name."
I laughed at him, trying my best to maintain my composure, before I succumbed to him and let him do whatever he wanted.
"Don’t laugh, Blake," he said, as he ran his hand over my face, letting it rest in the cradle of my neck. His hands caused electricity to course through my body. I pulled away, unable to handle his forward advances.
"Justin, seriously, I do need to talk to you, though."
His face went from playful flirt, to serious thirty-year-old. I was always amazed by the ease by which he changed roles, he went from thirteen-year-old spoiled brat, to hormonal nineteen-year-old, to older, wiser thirty-year-old within a matter of minutes.
"Okay, I’ll meet you in your room after rehearsals," he said, his tone solemn. "We should be done in an hour."
I shook my head, indicating my agreement as he turned and left the room.
I sat, unsteady. I rubbed my hand over the sensitive skin where his had just touched. I needed another shower. I retreated to my room.
Exactly an hour later, I was sitting in my room flipping through television stations when I heard a knock at the door. I went to open it. Standing before me was Justin, freshly showered and shaved. He smelled of musk and Paul Mitchell shampoo. He was dressed casually in a pair of khaki shorts and an Abercrombie and Fitch t-shirt. Pristine white and tan Nike’s covered his feet. He looked as sexy as ever, and he knew it. He entered the room, his head barely fitting through the door.
"What did you want to talk about Blake," he questioned, without wasting time.
"Justin, I want to talk to you about JC. I know in the past I told you that this was none of my business, but after yesterday, I think this is my business and I needed some questions answered and I don’t want to talk to him about them."
I saw his posture stiffen and his attitude change. "What about yesterday makes you think that this is now your business?"
"Justin, he showed me a picture of Renee. I don’t really want to betray him and tell you all of this, but I have to find answers both for him and for me."
"Blake, I’m not understanding, what does a picture of her have to do with you?"
"Justin, have you never met the woman?" I regarded him incredulously.
"I’ve met her a few times, when they first started dating. I hated her from the start, so he didn’t bring her around much. And let me tell you this, I despise her to this day. Her very name almost leads me down a murderous path, if you know what I mean. I don’t like the way she treated him, she isn’t worthy of him, and if she ever came around here again, I would be sure that her whereabouts would be known at all times from that point forward, for her name would grace a statue at the local cemetery." Anger flared in his eyes and his voice raised, as he spoke of the girl I only knew as Renee. Observing his feelings toward her, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to continue questioning him about her, but I knew I had to.
"Justin, do you remember what she looked like?" I asked, knowing full well that I sounded like an idiot.
"Yeah, I remember, she was short, nice looking, dark hair, nice ass. Lord, Blake, it’s been awhile. I don’t remember the details. What difference does it make anyway?"
"He showed me a picture of her Justin, I look just like her." I said, still not believing the image of her that had taken residence in my head. He squinted, letting his eyes trail from the top of my head to the top of my feet, again and again he surveyed me. His face contorted in deep thought. He cleared his throat before speaking.
"Blake, I don’t remember very much about her, the couple of times I did see her, I tried my best not to take notice of her. But, from what I do remember, the two of you don’t look anything alike."
"Justin, I can see the skepticism all over your face, but you have to believe me. The picture in JC’s wallet of Renee looks just like me." He looked away from me, took a deep breath and then returned his eyes to mine.
"I believe you, Blake, I have no reason not to, but I still don’t understand why you want to talk to me about this." I was growing frustrated.
"Justin, don’t you understand. I am here, I look like her, I’m upsetting him. I thought that the only way to solve his problem was for me to leave, or for me to be there for him, neither is the right way to go. I have to find out about this girl, I have to find out what happened to her, because he needs closure. It’s the only way that he is going to recover. Besides the fact that personally, I want to know everything I can about this person that looks so much like me. The reason I need you, is because I don’t know where to start. I need information about her, I need to know what you know about her disappearance."
"That’s going to be a short conversation, Blake, because I don’t know a damn thing about her."
I sighed, making my frustration known to him, I took a deep breath and said, "Well, do you know where they met."
"Yes, they met at a club in California, LA, I think, while we were on tour."
"Was she working there?"
"No, she was dancing, he was interested, so Joey went up and started talking to her. JC is shy, he never would have approached her himself. So Joey brought her back to the table and introduced them. They spent the rest of the night dancing. He got her number, she got his, they started talking. One thing lead to another and then one day, he’s head over heels for her and she’s treating him like dogshit."
"Do you know the name of the club?" I asked, hopeful, knowing that he was growing annoyed with my interrogation.
"No."
"Do you know her last name?"
"No." He rolled his eyes.
"Okay, broad question, last one," I promised. "Do you know anything else about her, where she lived, where she worked? Anything?"
"No. I didn’t ask very many questions about her Blake, I didn’t think that I would need the information later. He told me about some of the things that she did to him, and the more he told me about her the more I hated her. He started spending money on her, ditching his family and friends for her. She wasn’t good for him. His personality changed. Every time he started to talk to me about her, I would say something indicating my negative feelings toward her and he would grow angry. He didn’t want to hear the truth about her. He wanted to live in his own secure little bubble, where she loved him and he loved her. Anyone that wanted to burst that bubble, was his enemy. He never brought her around us, because she wanted only him to be with her. She didn’t want to spend time with his friends, so more and more, we saw less and less of him, until we only saw him during appearances. He didn’t travel with us, he didn’t eat with us, the friendship part of our group was gone. One night, late, he knocked on my door. He hadn’t seen her for four weeks, she just left him one morning and didn’t come back. I wanted to tell him to go to hell, he didn’t want me to be part of his life during the 18 months they were together, than I wasn’t going to be there now. But I couldn’t. I took one look at him, and the anger went away. He was left broken, desolate, inconsolable. It’s taken a lot for him to come this far. I don’t think he needs closure, he just needs to realize how much of a bitch she was, how good it is that he is rid of her, and move on."
As Justin relayed this information to me, I saw the emotions he was experiencing with each word in his eyes, the loss of a friend, a hatred toward the person he felt caused it, the compassion he felt when that friend walked back into his life, and his frustration that his friend still allowed this person such control over him. I had no more questions. He didn’t have any more answers. I looked at him, his eyes toward the plush carpeting and I could feel his pain, his contempt, his caring, and his frustration. He was drained. I went to stand beside him, placing my hands on his broad shoulders, I kneaded the tense flesh beneath his shirt. He took in deep breaths as I massaged him.
"I’m sorry I can’t tell you more about her. Talking about her makes me angry." He muttered, as I continued my ministrations.
"It’s okay, Justin. I’m going to get to the bottom of this, and whether you believe me or not, he will never be completely over this until he finds out what happened. I intend to find those answers for him and for me." As the words left my lips, he turned to face me. Unexpectedly, his mouth devoured mine. His tongue parted my lips and explored the cavern of my mouth. His hands came to rest on my hips as he pulled me closer to him. His kiss was brutal, biting, sucking. I ran my hands up and down his back, letting the sensations he was causing overtake me, forgetting about JC, forgetting about Renee, the only thoughts of me and Justin. He moved his hands to the hem of my shirt, breaking our kiss, he raised it above my head. His mouth found it’s way to my neck where he started to suck gently, going lower and lower, until his mouth consumed my right breast, while his hand massaged the other. I used my mouth on him, as well, nipping gently at the taut skin covering his shoulders, over his collarbone. Without removing his mouth from me, he maneuvered us to the bed. Laying me down, resting between my legs, he continued to suck on my tender flesh. He reached behind me to undo my bra and slid it slowly down my arms. As his mouth touched my now bare skin an electric current shot through my body, heat radiating from my center, I wanted him, as much as I had ever wanted anyone. My hands ran through his hair as his kiss moved lower until it reached the barrier of my remaining clothes. He rose from the bed, undoing the button and zipper of my pants as he did. He pulled the fabric down my legs so that I was now lying before him clad only in my baby blue, silk panties. Our eyes met and he smiled at me, "Oh, my favorite color." He whispered before rejoining me on the bed. He placed his head between my legs, kissing me through the cloth, adding to the moisture my own body had created. He pushed the thin material to the side as his tongue found my now exposed clit. As he bit gently, I pulled his hair, his name ripped from my throat. I then felt his fingers open me and enter me. There was no pain, for which I was grateful but didn’t really care. He pumped his fingers within me, slowly at first and then faster as his tongue twirled over my most sensitive flesh. Within moments, I was climaxing screaming his name, as his face was covered with my juices. He lapped at them like a cat, causing my body to tremor. I threw my head back on the bed, amazed by his ability to give oral pleasure. I looked down at him, he covered my thighs with soft gentle kisses as my body recovered from his previous ministrations. As if feeling someone’s eyes on him, he glanced up at me and smiled.
"Justin, please fuck me now." I said to him. Only seconds passed as he quickly ripped his clothes from his body and my soaking panties from mine. He entered me gently, to my surprise. Slowly he went until he was as deep within me as he could get. He then paused, unmoving, letting my body feel him, letting him feel me. He then gently withdrew only to slam back into me. He continued his slow pace until I arched my back, thrusting my body up at him and urged him to go faster. He obliged, quickly now he hammered into me. He grabbed my shoulders giving him leverage for his thrusting. I dug my fingernails into his back, the sensations he was eliciting from my body indescribable. As he continued his motions, he brought his mouth to mine, teasing my tongue with his, letting them meet for a moment, only for him to withdraw his. He didn’t do this for long before our mouths met in an electric kiss, our tongues darting in and out of each other’s mouths keeping rhythm with our bodies. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer to me, allowing him deeper penetration. Sweat covered our bodies, as he continued to pound into me, our breathing erratic, our hearts beating briskly. I clamped my muscles around him as he entered me and relaxed them as he withdrew. His pace was frantic, his need to be deep within me staggering. I could feel my orgasm building, I fought to withhold it as long as I could. His mouth left mine, his tongue flicking at my earlobe as he whispered, "Come for me, Blake, let go." His words were all the encouragement that I needed, as my body reeled into the sheer ecstasy of orgasm. His release was soon to follow, as his body shook in spasms as he emptied his seed into me. He relaxed above me as I clamped my muscles around him to drain him completely. We lay together, our bodies slowly coming down from the high. I felt my eyes close, and I drifted off to sleep.