Lustful Memoirs
By: Gina - gina@basic-nstynct.com
Chapter Thirty ThreeI woke up panicked and alone. I glanced at the clock and with a sigh of relief realized that I had 2 hours before my time with Joey was to begin. I groaned as I attempted to get out of bed. Justin left me spent, unable to move, unwilling to move. My body was frozen, no on second thought, my body was cast in stone. Every muscle exhausted, every hormonal need satisfied. Two hours and then I would be with Joey, I didn’t know if I would survive, but I was certainly enjoying the challenge. This is how I had envisioned my time, having out of this world sex with some of the hottest fucking guys on the planet. I hadn’t anticipated all of the emotions and baggage that came with JC, however, as I finally willed myself to get out of bed, I pushed thoughts of him to the side. I would ask Joey about Renee, but first I had all intentions of following up a wonderful afternoon, with a wonderful evening.
After showering, I stood in my closet trying to decide what to wear. I chose a tight leather skirt, that was too short to be legal, and a form fitting leather halter-top, which tied in the back, leaving my flesh exposed. Unable to wear a bra, I decided to forego the panties as well. I finished the outfit with black heels, and subtle jewelry. The outfit alone made it’s own statement, I didn’t need to add any exclamation points. I completed my makeup and hair, and took one final look at myself in the mirror. I was more than satisfied with the image that reflected back to me. I looked sexy, and I as I exited my room I knew it.
I was making my way to Joey’s room when I heard a loud whistle come from behind me. I turned to find Justin staring at me. I glanced down at the floor, a smile covering my face.
"You like what you see?" I asked him, casually flirting.
He approached me and I back away from him, only to find myself pressed against the hard wall behind me. He now had me cornered. He quickly closed the remaining space between us, he traced my cheek with his hand, as he whispered, "You know I do."
"Justin, I’m sorry, but I have a date."
"Yeah, I know." He stated matter-of-factly, his face smug. As the words left his lips, he crushed my mouth with his, forcing his tongue between my lips. He kissed me hard, then with his lips only an inch from my ear he whispered, "Have fun with Joey." He then departed. I took a deep breath, thankful that I had the wall behind me for support. Sighing, I continued my journey. I was looking forward to spending time with Joey. If the night we spent together the prior week was any indication, I was definitely in for a good time. I knocked on the door several times before it finally opened. Before me stood my date for the evening. His hair was rumpled, his face creased with lines from where it had just laid on the pillows. It appeared to me as if he was still wearing his rehearsal clothes, with the exception of his shoes.
"Oh, hi, Blake. I fell asleep," he explained his disheveled appearance before continuing, "let me take a shower and then we’ll figure out what we are going to do."
"Would you like me to wait here for you?" I questioned.
"It doesn’t matter to me, I shouldn’t be long." He replied.
I glanced at my chosen outfit, my body still tingling from Justin’s touch, and decided it would not be safe to wait anywhere other then Joey’s room for fear of encountering the curly headed Adonis again. I entered, and made my way to the small sitting area.
Twenty minutes passed as I listened intently as Joey sung in the shower. I was amazed by his voice, questioning why he didn’t have more leads with the group. Deciding I would make it a point to ask him later, I rose from my chair and stepped out on the balcony. I could see the pool and the basketball courts. Lounging at the pool were Lance and Jen, still appearing to me to be the perfect couple. At the basketball courts, I saw Justin. Even though he couldn’t see me, and so much distance separated us, he still affected me. I placed my hand over the spot that his hand had captured minutes before. I could still feel his soft skin covering mine, his scent still lingered in my nostrils. Deciding it was a bad idea to continue to watch him, shirtless, playing ball, I returned to Joey’s room. I was surprised to find that he stood before, dressed, shaven, hair combed.
"Nice view," he said, I wasn’t sure if he was asking me a question, or making a statement.
"Yes, it is." I replied, hoping that he wouldn’t read into my words.
"I was talking about you." He stated his chocolate brown eyes dripping with flirtation.
"Oh, thank you." I tried to recover without looking like a complete fool. I looked at him, noticing him. His hair was wet with water and gel, his face cleanly shaven except for the trademark goatee surrounding his smiling mouth. He was dressed in leather pants, which hugged his body in the right places and hung loosely in the others. His shirt was loose, with the exception of the arms, which clung to him, accentuating their musculature. He looked good. Joey wasn’t as tall or skinny as Justin or JC, nor was he as short as Chris. And he wasn’t a pretty boy, but he was sexy in the rough and manly sort of way. It was going to be a good night.
As was to be the norm with nights with Joey, we headed to a local club. Again, everyone seemed to know him, his seat was reserved, his drinks already placed there, cold. The girls swarmed and he cast them aside, with a smile and the simple words, "not tonight." I smiled to myself as I thought of him. He had to be the biggest womanizer in the group and yet everyone loved him. He was doing something right, and tonight he was mine. We drank and danced until the combination of the two left us practically fucking on the dance floor.
"Joey, is there some place private we could go."
He nodded, stating, "no one is using the VIP area tonight. I’m the only VIP here." He finished with a chuckle, not taking himself or his statement serious.
We stumbled toward the private area of the club. Once inside, our bodies searched each other out. His mouth met mine, my hands wrapping around his neck, my fingers playing with his earlobes. He wasted no time disposing of the scant clothing that had once, hardly covered my body. He used his palms to explore my now naked body, he stroked my breasts, stopping to pinch and tease my nipples, before moving lower, his hand parting my legs, as his fingers took possession of my clit. I bit my lip to keep from crying out. His movements were rough, hurried. He opened me, his fingers moving down from my clit to my center. He thrust two fingers in me. Pain seared through my body, though it didn’t last long as he continued to fuck me with his hand. I was on verge of orgasm when he stopped. He moved away from me, removing his clothing. I dropped to my knees before him. Taking his cock in my hand, I rubbed it over my breasts, spreading the moisture that had already formed on the tip over my nipples. He grabbed my head, I knew what he wanted. I moved my lips toward him. My tongue darted into the small amount of space separating us, making contact with the head of his shaft. I licked slowly, swirling my tongue around him. He groaned. I took this as a sign to move forward. I took him into my mouth, inch by inch until he rammed against the back of my throat, relaxing so that I wouldn’t gag, I started to pump him in and out of my mouth, using one of my hands to maneuver him, the other to caress his balls. Drawing him out, I would spin my tongue around the tip, while pulling him in I applied the right amount of sucking pressure, to make his legs buckle. His hands found my head, moving me to his rhythm he fucked my mouth. His orgasm was intense as his body shook, and his liquid shot down my throat. He quivered inside my mouth. I sucked him until every ounce of his seed was pulled from him. He held on to my shoulders for support, afraid of falling over. His breathing was calming down, and his body stopped shaking. I had yet to reach my release and was feeling frustrated. I rose to stand in front of him. Lowering my head I bit his nipple. He yelped in pain, pulling my head away from him.
"Joseph," I said, not knowing if anyone called him by his given name, "if you don’t fuck me right here, right now, I’m going out in that club dressed exactly like this and finding someone that will."
He needed no encouragement. He turned me so that my back was to him. Leaning me over the back of the couch, he entered me with one hard thrust. My body was ready for him. He wasted no time quickening the pace as he pounded into me with unknown abandon. I grasped at the material with my right hand, my left hand moving down my body to find my clit. I massaged myself roughly as he hammered into me. Soon we were on the brink of release. He grabbed my hips and pulled my body toward him as he pushed into me. I don’t think I ever felt penetration that deep. The sensation caused my body to wrack with orgasmic waves. His own climax was soon to follow as he emptied his seed into me. I felt it pour out of me covering my thighs. I was exhausted, my body relaxed into the couch. I felt him move off of me, stumbling to gather clothes. For some reason I thought this hysterical, here was a man, drunk as hell that could maintain balance while he slammed into me, but couldn’t stand up straight enough to walk around the room to find our clothes. I couldn’t help but laugh.
He questioned me, and I giggled more, the expression on his face so serious. "I just find it funny that your having trouble standing up straight," I told him, trying my best to spit the words out through my fits of laughter. He shook his head and handed me his jacket.
"Here, put this on, it should cover you." He stated as he pulled on his pants and shirt, falling twice before he was completely dressed.
"We should call a cab," I stated the obvious, neither of us could drive.
"Yeah," he whispered.
Within what seemed like minutes we were home. He walked me into the house and to my room. He left me at the doorway and departed. Entering my chamber, I thought to myself, ‘damn, I didn’t even ask him about his singing or Renee." I collapsed on the bed, not giving it a second thought, too fatigued to care.