Summer:
Suddenly, she felt strong arms wrap around her petite bare waist. The arms pulled her closer to the body that possessed them. She felt his hardness against her ass-cheeks. She slowly grinded against his sex.
"Quite the flirt, you are."
"Well, I do try," she said confidently.
"Cocky, too."
She giggled at his word choice. She continued to grind slowly and moan softly. Entering her into his web of seduction. He let his hands slide down to her hips, as her body moved rhythmically to the beat of 'Too Close.' She leaned back and he leaned forward a bit. He nibbled on her neck. Not just her any part of her neck but her spot.
"Y'know I've watching you from across the room..." he said in between nibbling.
"Mmmm don't stop," she pleaded.
He nibbled on her skin, slowly teasing her. "Moving your sexy body back and forth." He moved her hips in the direction he was talking about. He whispered onto her neck. His breathe on her flesh was making her cum right there on the spot in the middle of the club floor. He stopped at strategic places, of course. "And it made me think of you and me in pool of Jell-O."
She raised her eyebrow. "A pool of Jell-O?" He ignored her question and continued, "Getting all wet." His skilled hand worked their way under her red mini skirt and rested them on her naked thighs. "And slippery," he said as he felt her wetness on her upper-inner thigh. "First we would start out with a rough hard kiss. I just got this feeling that you like it rough." He wasn't wrong either. "Forget about all that foreplay shit like kisses down your neck to your perky tits," he said as he groped one with his free hand. His index finger traced her hardened nipple against the fabric. "And then my hot mouth sucking on those hard knobs. Nah none of that. I'd get straight to fucking you with my hard as a rock 10 inch cock, jamming into your wet cunt, erratically." He wasn't surprised at all by the fact that she wasn't wearing any panties he took advantage of that and inserted three fingers into her dripping core, in for a while and out for a longer while in, erratic just like he said. "I would slowly bring you to your climax, squirting my hot cum into your body."
She licked her lips and groaned, her pussy walls tightened around his fingers. He withdrew them slowly and then plunged them back in sharply and quickly took them out again, she moaned, reaching her climax. He spun her around, brought his wet fingers to her lips, and spread the liquid evenly across her pouty lips. Her pierced tongue slipped passed her lips as she gave him a look that said "Fuck me NOW!"
He smirked and asked a stupid question. "You wanna get outta here?"
"Yeah," she said breathlessly.
She looked at herself in the mirror. Beads of sweat crowded on her forehead and her face was a familiar shade of hot pink. She touched her face then she saw him underneath the white sheet with a folded pillow beneath his head. She traced his slumbering reflection. She loved him with all her heart. He was her love of all seasons, a love for all time. She smirked at herself, she never thought those old songs applied to her now and shook her head. She was all grown up now but a teenybopper at heart. Her flesh was still on fire from last night's love session. She rose from the beauty stool and after tying her robe, she left the room. She walked down the hallway to the ice room and opened the freezer to fill the bucket, then she sat on the ebony counter behind her. She brought an ice cube to her forehead, down the bridge of her nose as she thought about this tour. It was going really well. The crowd loved her and Justin and she loved them right back. She traced her bottom lip with the vanishing ice. They probably thought they were fucking each other's brains out every night, before, during and after their concerts. If they only knew she was sleeping with another member of the super group *Nsync. The ice disappeared into her mouth. She hopped off the counter then grabbed a nearby ice bucket and filled it almost to the top. When she entered the room, she found her boyfriend still sleeping. He was so cute when he slept but that cuteness wouldn't last long.... Christina had something up her sleeve.
She put the bucket of the nightstand then placed each of her knees around his lap. Her delicate manicured hand pulled an ice cube from the container. She used the cold substance to trace his eyebrows. He didn't make a move then she guided the ice to the tip of his nose. He waved at the sensation like a cat trying to catch a ball of swinging yarn. She giggled softly. Then she continued to glide the ice down his neck to past his belly button. She licked her lips while she watched his abdominal muscles tense up. Before she could go any further then she felt his hand on top of hers. She jumped a little. He opened his eyes one at a time. The ice melted underneath their heat.
Fall:
"Hey, have you seen the New York Post, today?" said the soft voice on the other end of the receiver.
"Nuh- uh but I have one in my hands now."
"Check out page six."
"They could have used a better picture of us."
"Yeah, it didn't know my skirt was so short. It looks like a pair of panties."
"Do you think my Mom's seen this?"
She laughed. "Babe, she was the one that called me to tell me we were in there. She said it was another picture to add to her scrapbook."
"But Chrissy, seriously now they know about us."
"They were going to find out eventually. Damn, now they'll make up more lies and ask us all those damn questions. ARRRGH! I hate those questions about who I'm fucking and who I'm not. I'm not banging any of them so why should they care."
He heard her sigh. "Listen babe, I'm sorry all this is happening now but we'll be alright. I gotta go now. I love you."
"I love you, too."
Winter:
The bickering and arguing would have been different if it was just the tabloids but now it was their families, too. They wouldn't even let them visit together for Christmas. His mother couldn't stand her and that hurt the most. The woman that he judged everything by wouldn't even give her the time of day. Believe me, she tried. Tears filled her eyes as she clawed at the bed sheets. She ripped the white sheet down the middle and she threw the remains around the room. She wiped the tears from her eyes and brought her knees to her chest. She wrapped her arms around her knees. Her head touched her knee while she sniffled.
The phone rang three times before she picked it up.
"Hello, may I speak to Christina Aguilera please?"
"Yeah, this is she."
"Hey girl. It's me Alley. What's wrong?"
"It's just Joey and his parents hate me. They didn't invite me to Christmas and I don't know where our relationship is going. He's been such an asshole to me lately. He's been bitching about the clothes I waere, who I hang out with, how I talk and what I say. Alecia, it's just plain bullshit and it's making me feel horrible. "
"Stop feeling sorry for yourself and come out and party with me. That's not a request, that's a demand. You hear me missy? I'm picking you up in 30 minutes so wipe those tears off yourself and put on a pair of hot pants."
Christina sat at the table wearing black hot pants and a red halter-top. Alecia sat next to her chugging a Heineken. The club was dark and filled with older man. Christina had her eyes on the stage with the pole in the middle. She watched the busty blonde wrap her deer like legs around the pole and slide up and down it like it was a lubricated cock. Christina was so entranced by the exotic dancer's movement that she didn't even notice she was dancing to 'Fighter.' She humped the stage with her legs spread open. Her chest began to sweat as she stared into Christina's blue eyes.
She was her private dancer.
They were the only two people in the room until the song ended. Loud clapping broke her trance and she watched the young woman bow then leave the stage. Alecia looked at her.
"She's good."
"Uh huh."
Alecia lit a cigarette and watched the next performer while Christina went to get some fresh air. As she walked out the back door, she heard soft moans: one feminine the other masculine. She recognized the latter as her boyfriend's.
Christina quickly followed her ears but couldn't believe her eyes when she saw him with his back against a brick wall with his eyes half closed. She only saw the brown hair and the bare back of the woman but she could see his whole face.
Christina wanted to cry but something inside won't let her. She was all cried out. She picked up her purse from the ground; she was oblivious to the fact it even dropped. She walked backed into the club and sat next to Alecia.
"Where have you been?" she said as she took a drag from the cigarette.
"I went out to get some fresh air." Christina took the cigarette from Alecia's mouth and took a puff. "Yeah and guess who I saw out there," she continued.
"The Easter bunny?" Alley said with a smirk on her face.
"Nah, something better. Joey fucking some chick open against the building."
The cigarette fell out of Alecia's mouth. "Holy shit."
"It's no big deal."
The red haired singer looked at her. "You're a lot stronger than I am. He'd be kicking his ass right about now."
"He's not worth the energy."
Alecia looked at her and smiled proudly.
Spring:
A satisfied smile never left Christina's face since she broke up with Joey. Her days for the most part were carefree. She walked down the stairs to the basement of the club to the VIP section. She sat next to the pink haired young woman drinking a Heineken and smoking a Marlboro.
"Hey, baby," she whispered in her ear as she sat on the vinyl-upholstered couch.
Alecia kissed her on the cheek. "I love you," she whispered
It had been a long time since anyone said that to her outside her family and fans. Suddenly, she knew those words weren't just words; she felt the heart beat behind them as she lay on top of her girlfriend sweating.
(c) Cherish Magnolia