CHAPTER 3
 

After Justin's little surprise visit that day, Deb couldn't wait to get home from work that night.  At least she HOPED he'd be at her house when she got there.  As she drove up though, she noticed his car wasn't there, and she was a little disappointed to say the least.

The only sign that anyone had been there since she left were the dishes drying by the sink.  "Hmmm, Timberlake does dishes?" Deb mused, laughing to herself and pinching her arm to make sure she wasn't dreaming.

She tiptoed around the house, not knowing if he was still there or not.  The living room and bathroom were empty and as she walked toward her bedroom, she couldn't hear anything.  The door was slightly ajar, so she pushed it open quietly and peeked her head inside.  There, buried in blankets, was Justin.  Her only indication was his foot hanging off the bed and a few wayward curls poking out from under a blanket.

Deb took off her vest and kicked her shoes in the corner of the room.  As she stripped off the rest of her clothes, all she could think of was getting to Justin.  She sat down easily on the edge of the bed near his foot and ran her finger softly from his heel to his toes, causing him to flinch his foot away and grunt under the covers.  Deb giggled quietly to herself as she searched for an opening to climb into.  Once she found it, she slid in next to Justin's warm body.

She couldn't believe he was still sleeping, this late in the day.  Deb laid there for a few minutes, just in awe that she'd made it all day without collapsing from exhaustion or shirking her duties at the store to join Justin for some more playful lovemaking all afternoon.  But now, she was home and off for the next 5 glorious days.  She fully intended on ravishing him all week, if he'd let her.  She still couldn't believe that she'd met Justin, much less spent hours in bed with him.  As she glanced at him once more, she was so glad her boss had let her take off the time on such short notice.  She smiled as she thought about what his reaction would be if he knew just HOW she was planning on spending the time off.

She found her way out from under the blankets to lay her head on the pillows and then smiled evilly as she kicked the covers clean off the bed.  Justin's head snapped up and he blindly grabbed for them, but missed.  He looked around sleepily until his eyes landed on Deb, lying next to him, just as naked as he.  His frown turned into a grin as he said, "Hey, welcome home!"

He crawled up to lay his head beside Deb's, leaning in to give her a big, wet kiss, while grinning mischieveously.  "I surprised you today, didn't I?" he mumbled against her lips as she kissed him back.

Before she could answer, he rolled on his back and took her with him, so she was lying on top of him.  He teased her lips with his own and Deb couldn't answer, all she could do was moan and instinctively drape her legs on each side of his hips.  She'd had him on her mind all day and her body ached for more of him.  As she let herself get lost in his hungry, erotic kisses, she murmured, "You have always surprised me."

Justin pulled away from her lusty lips with a frown and looked at her, saying, "What do you mean?"

Deb opened her eyes and brushed his lips roughly with her thumb, wanting to nibble on their natural pink softness.  "Even before I met you, I was always surprised by something you said or did or the way you sang a certain song..." she whispered against his lips.  He concentrated on kissing her lips as she talked, thrusting his hips against her a little, which proved to be a huge distraction to her train of thought.

Deb could feel his intense heat as Justin let her feel how hard he was.  She wanted to savor every moment of being with him and she desperately wanted it to go on forever.  So although she wanted nothing more than to let him pull her into the pleasure abyss quickly and roughly, she vowed to herself to take it slow and really enjoy him in every way.  What she didn't know about Justin was that he liked it slow and was a master of the slow tease.

"Have you even gotten out of bed today?" she asked as he nuzzled her neck.

Justin looked at her, grinning, and said, "Yeah, I took a shower.  I washed your dishes.  I paid you a visit.  I took my car home because I didn't want your neighbors to start gossiping.  While I was home, I returned some phone calls and cleaned up some of Jon's messes.  I changed my clothes and walked back here.  I was only gone about 3 hours, actually."

"How was work, darling?" he breathed as a low whisper into her ear, causing a shudder to crawl down her spine and she felt his lips move from her earlobe to her collarbone.

Deb's answer was smothered into another hot kiss as Justin wrapped one strong arm around her neck and covered her mouth with his.  His persistent lips and wet tongue took all her attention away from what she was going to say.  The feel of his other hand clutching her ass while he kissed her deeply made her body tingle and ache deliciously.  The sound of his breathing and the sensation of his breath caressing her face and neck had her molding her body like putty to his body.  While he continued to nibble at her lips, she now understood what drove women to become groupies.  She didn't want to think of Justin ever leaving and knew without doubt that she'd follow him wherever he went, if he'd let her.

They continued to kiss and explore each other's bodies with their mouths.  Justin's lips left no part of Deb unkissed, unteased, unlicked; Deb returned the favor, her lips making their way down to the hard muscles of his stomach.  His dark blue eyes watched closely and his lips parted with harder breaths.  She could tell that she was seriously turning him on as she purposely brushed her hand against his already swollen cock causing a shudder to shake him.  Deb could also tell just how ripe he was when a low moan escaped from his throat at the light contact.  Further proof came as he pushed harder up against her, and she could feel his urgency pumping through his hard body.

She marveled at his thickness as she wrapped her fingers around him and slid her hand up and down a few times, causing him to squirm and shudder.  "Fuck..." was all he could whisper which sounded more like a gasp anyway.  Deb smiled at him as he pushed himself harder against her hand.  She lightly swirled her tongue around the velvety tip and felt more spasms seem to work their way through his body.  She watched his hooded eyes look at her and then he moaned again, rolling his eyes back into his head.  His body was like a spring, begging to be sprung, but she lingered over him, savoring the moment and feel of him against her.

With one hand still stroking him, she laid her other hand softly on the side of his face, causing his eyes to open.  The pleasure Deb saw on his face and the tenseness she felt in his body, made her, more than ever, want to bring him to a screaming orgasm and watch his sweet release.  These thoughts made her body hum with a deep ache and she turned her concentration back to the part of him she held firmly in her hand.

In one motion, she rubbed his cock with her lips and then engulfed it with her hungry mouth, until it slid to the back of her throat.  Justin was beyond coherent at that point, groaning loudly and clutching his fingers in her messy hair.  She continued to suck, long and loudly, her own moans reverberating into Justin through his cock.

He was pushing her head down on his cock with both hands threaded in her hair.  She enjoyed watching Justin losing control under her which only made her want more.  She let him pump into her mouth and watched the muscles in his stomach and arms undulate as he did.  Every time she felt the tip of his cock tickle the back of her throat, Deb moaned, causing her tonsils to vibrate the sensitive tip, resulting in loud moaning from deep in Justin's throat and an erotic gasp of breath from his lips.

She had gone down on guys before but nothing was as beautiful as this and she enthusiastically sucked and licked every part of Justin, watching him react as if in technicolor.  He exuded sex from every pore and his moans filled the room, so she knew she was doing something right.  The white of his teeth, biting his bottom lip, had her transfixed and all she could do was watch him react to her ministrations.

In between his urgent breaths, Justin mumbled, "Oh, God!  Deb...you're good at this."

Deb grinned at him and her mouth left him long enough for her to crawl up over him and plant an erotic kiss on his wet lips.  When she broke the kiss, she looked him in the eyes and stroked the curls back from his forehead, saying, "I've just got good stuff to work with."

With that said, she returned to her place between his legs and continued her assault.  She could tell he was close to exploding.  After a few more moments of mad thrusts from Justin, his cock twitched in her mouth and he groaned deeply, shooting a stream of saltiness down her throat.

Deb drank every drop and sucked him until he collapsed back against the pillows with beads of perspiration on his forehead.  She watched as he bit his bottom lip, his face totally slack with pleasure except for his lips that were curved into what resembled a Cheshire Cat's grin.  Deb smiled herself as she abandoned her post between his legs, having accomplished her goal.  She had never seen him look sexier than he did right then as she crawled up to kiss his smiling lips.

He finally opened his eyes and gazed at Deb's impish smile.  "Dayum!  What came over you, woman?" he said, with a dreamy look in his eyes.

"I wanted to rock your world," Deb said.  "Did I succeed?"

Justin nodded as he touched her face softly.  They lay there in each others arms for several minutes just listening to Justin's breath return to normal.  Deb found herself nodding off, exhausted from the lack of sleep the previous night.  She looked forward to being with Justin all week, not dwelling on what might happen after that.

"Hey!" he said as he sat up quickly and swung his feet on to the floor. As he spoke, he grabbed his jeans off of the floor and began pulling them on.  As he walked across the room, Deb's attention was drawn to the way his jeans puckered and clung to his ass and the delicious knowledge that he didn't have any underwear on.  'Damn, that boy is sexy as hell!' she thought.

Surprised by his outburst, Deb said, "Where are you going?  Come back here.  I'm not through with you yet."

"Get dressed," was all Justin said as he pulled a gray muscle shirt on and jammed his feet into his sneakers.

When he turned around, Deb was still sitting there in bed, watching him get dressed.  "Why?" was all she said.

"I wanna take you out for dinner or something.  I suddenly feel like a complete heel, spending all day yesterday in bed with you.  And now this," he said, gesturing to the bed.  "My mamma would be horrified at my lack of gentlemanly manners.  You know, we never did have our coffee date either."

He scooped up Deb's clothes from around the room and plopped them in her lap, paying mind to stay out of her reach.  As one of her fingers almost hooked in his belt loop, Justin hopped back and shook his finger at her.  "No more for you, until you come out on a date with me," he teased.

Seeing the mirth shining through his eyes, she climbed out of bed and started dressing.  She pulled on her sandals while Justin disappeared into the kitchen.  She joined him there, fully clothed, and saw him hanging up the telephone.  "What are you up to?" she said, wrapping her arms around his waist and burying her face between his shoulder blades.

He turned in her arms and said, "Nothing.  You'll just have to wait," and kissed the tip of her nose.

"Am I dressed appropriately?" Deb asked, indicating the khaki shorts and pink v-necked t-shirt she had on.

Smirking, Justin let his eyes wander over Deb's body and added, "Perfect."

As he turned to pull her out the door towards her car, Deb said, "Can you at least give me a hint?"

"Just be patient, ok?  I'll give you one hint.  This date doesn't involve coffee or sex.  How's that?" Justin said, opening the passenger door for her.

Before she climbed in, she smiled at him and said, "I kinda like it when you take control.  But aren't you even going to ask me if you can drive my car?"

Justin's smile faded and he suddenly returned her look with wide eyes. "Oh, man, is it ok?  I didn't even think.  I'm used to just doing stuff," he said, searching her face with serious blue eyes.

Deb sighed and smiled, shaking her head and rolling her eyes for affect.  "Of course, it's ok!  I'm just teasing.  I'm used to doing things for myself too," she said as she slid her hand to the back of his neck and pulled him toward her.  She covered his lips, cheeks, chin and eyelids with sweet kisses, which he returned with a slow grin.
He waited for her to slide into the seat and then closed her door.  As he sat in the driver's seat, he smiled ruefully at Deb as he adjusted the car seat, allowing for his much longer legs.  "My!  What short legs you have, my pretty," he said in a perfect Oz-like wicked witch voice.

As they drove down the highway along the beach, she heard Justin humming to himself.  Deb chuckled as she noticed he was humming "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" and glanced over at him.  She couldn't keep her eyes off him.  Every few moments, she found herself looking at him, again, in awe of the fact that he was right there with her, driving her car, taking her out on a date, for God's sake.

After about twenty minutes, they pulled into a small parking lot of a very small restaurant.  The lot was mostly empty and as Justin turned the car off, he whipped out a pair of sunglasses, much like the ones she'd seen him wear in pictures.  Before she knew it, he was on her side of the car, holding the door open for her and offering her his hand.

As she climbed out, smiling at the way he was licking his bottom lip, she said, "I don't believe I've ever been here.  Where are we?"

"I met the owner, Mo, when I first got here," Justin said, holding her hand and leading her toward the door.  "I believe he calls it the 'Sea Star'.  It's just a little seafood spot that I thought would be private."

As she watched him talking, and followed him into the little restaurant, she smiled to herself.  This was just too good to be true. They made their way to a table in the corner, by one of the large windows that faced the Atlantic ocean.  The sun was starting to go down in the west and the golden glow that bathed everything made Deb think of the paintings she'd seen.  It was a lovely spot and secluded too, as she noticed they were the lone couple in the place.

Justin even held her chair out for her, adding a little kiss to her neck as she sat down.  He put his sunglasses down and grinned across the table at her.  "I guess I don't need these."

All that lit the dining area were a few candles and the golden light bouncing off the ocean.  Somewhere there was a window open too because Deb could feel a slight breeze and smell the sea air.  As she looked across the table at her date, she shook her head and sighed to herself. Justin had never looked more handsome than right then with the sun reflections playing on his face and hair, which much to her wonder, still had ringlets even after their romp under the covers.  And he was smiling at her, "What?"

Deb stood up, grabbing her chair, and scooted it over to sit closer to Justin.  She wanted to feel him and to be able to touch him and reaching over a table wasn't going to work.  As she sat down in her new location, her right knee bumped up against his left knee and she said, "That's more like it."

When the waiter walked up, Justin and Deb weren't touching at all (except their knees) but seemed to be lost in each others' eyes and didn't hear him.  The waiter cleared his throat and Justin tore his eyes away from Deb's, saying, "Want me to order for you?"

Deb just nodded, not really caring about eating at that moment, but giving in to her stomach growling.  Justin ordered them salad and lobster.  White wine appeared on their table without being ordered however, which made Deb say, "What are you up to?" as she squinted at him.

"White wine is best with seafood, right?" was all Justin said as he poured them two glasses and handed her one.

"You're not trying to get me tipsy and take advantage of me, are you?" Deb said as she took a sip.

He just shrugged and smiled.  "Maybe," he said, rolling his eyes.

Deb couldn't stand it any longer and reached into his lap for his hand, threading her fingers with his.  "This is nice," she said, looking at him.  It didn't surprise her in the least that she had already fallen for him.  True, she was already primed, having always had a crush on Justin from afar, but now, having spent time with him, she was a goner. She knew that part of it was probably the after-sex fuzzies, but her heart was bursting with longing and happiness just at the thought of holding his hand.

"I don't usually do this, you know," Deb said, seriously.  "I normally stick pretty much to my routine.  I'm usually a loner which is one of the reasons I live at the beach.  I don't go on dates, nor do I normally have sex with a man I've just met.  I just wanted you to know that."

Feeling Deb's hand clutching his tightly, Justin knew what she said was true.  He pulled her hand up from his lap and kissed it softly.  He leaned forward, so their foreheads were almost touching, and said, "Your secret's safe with me."

Deb leaned in to kiss him but he pulled back with a grin, his eyes teasing as he said, "Uh uh.  No kissing."

"What?  Why?" Deb said, smiling at him as she dropped his hand and punched him in the shoulder.

"I'm trying to do this right and if you start kissing me, it's going to defeat the purpose of this whole date thing," he said, taking a drink of his wine.  "So drink your wine."

She drank as instructed, smiling like a fool.

Out on the deck, where there were a few chairs and torches, her attention was drawn to a lone man, who seemed out of place.  He wore a beatnik-inspired, long-sleeved shirt and jeans with sandals on his feet.  His curly hair blew around in the breeze.  She was about to ask Justin who he thought he was, when the man brought a saxophone up to his lips and started playing a sweet melody that filtered in the windows on the breeze.

When she looked at Justin, he was smiling at her, unable to keep his obvious involvement to himself any longer.  Just as Deb was thinking about melting into a puddle, their food arrived.  As they listened to the soft jazz from the saxophone, they ate and drank every drop of the wine.

After dinner, the waiter opened the doors, indicating that they could go out onto the deck, if they'd like.  Justin shrugged his shoulders and stood up.  Deb stood too and felt one of his hands on her waist as he walked close behind her.  They leaned on the railing for awhile, just listening to the waves, while Justin wrapped his arms around her waist and laid his head on her shoulder.  He hummed the songs softly in her ear and they swayed together.  Deb was totally swept away and reveled in the feel of him holding her tight, kissing her neck softly, humming sweetly and stroking the flesh of her stomach with his fingers under her shirt.  Deb bit her lip, trying to quell her breath, beginning to labor a bit under his affectionate touches.  The wine had gone to her head too which made her even more relaxed.

It wasn't long before he was standing in front of her, holding her in his arms and swaying to the music.  Dancing with Justin, Deb felt like she was floating in some kind of *NSYNC fantasyland and that any minute, he'd disappear or she'd be woken up by her rude alarm clock.  She clung to his shoulders, letting him set the pace of their movement.

Almost an hour later, Justin glanced at his watch and stepped away from her, saying, "These people are probably wanting to close up.  Maybe Starbucks is open!"

Deb grinned at him as she pulled him into her arms, saying, "You and your coffee date!" she said as she hugged him tight.  "I've had a wonderful time tonight, Justin.  Thank you for my date."

Her lips brushed his unshaven cheek, and when she tried to kiss him, he pulled away again, just out her reach.  "Nope, off limits, baby," was all he said.

He smirked at her with a heated gaze that made her mouth go dry and the air crackle around her ears.  They walked to the car slowly, holding hands and swinging their arms like kids.  As Justin opened the car door for her, he leaned in to nuzzle Deb's ear and said, "Thanks for letting me take you out.  I had a good time too."

Deb sat in her seat, very nearly salivating at the thoughts lingering in her mind.  Justin had the ability to drive her mad with passion, just by denying her what she longed for.  She was excitedly looking forward to what the night would bring; she was desperately praying it never ended.  She clutched the seat she was on as she glanced in Justin's direction.  He was just being a normal guy, caught up in the act of driving but as his eyes met hers, she could have sworn he was reading her mind.

"No coffee then?" he said, raising his eyebrows.

Deb grinned mischieveously at him and said, "I just want to get home."

They drove in silence for most of the ride home with music from the radio filling the car.  The music swirled around Deb, making her feel warm and fuzzy.  She didn't know for sure whether it was the soft tune or the bottle of wine she and Justin had consumed.  She looked over at him and scanned his shoulders and his face.  He was very relaxed too, but was paying attention to the road and humming along with the music.  He caught her stare as he turned to look at her.

She let her eyes linger on his face, watching as he licked his lips and winked at her.  The damn stick shift was in her way or she would have slid closer to him so she could touch him.  As they pulled up to his house, she looked at him.  She could have sworn his eyes twinkled as he turned off the car and said, "I have to check my messages.  I've probably got several to return.  Do you mind if we stay here tonight?"

Deb shook her head, still just staring at him, mesmerized by all that was Justin.  She noted that seeing the flesh and blood man was a million times better than all the pictures and TV appearances combined. "Oh we're staying here?" she managed to say even though her mouth had gone dry.

"Is that okay?" he said, smiling at her dazed reaction.

Deb nodded and climbed out of the car, slamming the door and beating Justin to the door of the beach house.  She felt shameless, but that didn't stop her from spreading her arms across the door area and saying, "To get past me, Mr. Timberlake, you'll have to kiss me."

He stopped in front of her and pretended to think for a moment, then shrugged his shoulders and turned, walking away from her and around the house.  When she finally caught up with him, he was smiling, stopping his trek to the beach front door only because Deb planted herself right in front of him.  "You are a tease.  Why won't you kiss me?" Deb said, pouting and standing as close to Justin as she could without physically touching him.