The next day, before lunch
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She leaned out of her cherry red
Audi and pressed the call button on the keypad next to the gate. She waited for a minute and then heard a
familiar, happy voice come over the small speaker above the numbers.
“‘Yello…”
She smiled and readjusted her
sunglasses. The day before had been
oddly rainy but today it was hot and sunny.
Just like a summer day in the hills was supposed to be. She cleared her throat and said, “It’s
Darcy.” She got a strange feeling, like
she was at a drive through window or something.
“Hey girl!” He said in a chipper tone. The gate made a noise and started to move
before he said, “See ya in a sec.”
The gate took a few seconds to
completely open and she inched her car impatiently through it. He was walking from the front door to a large
light blue Cadillac truck parked in the middle of the driveway. Next to the truck was a Mercedes-Benz SUV
with the back hatch open. Boxes and
large Tupperware containers were piled in the back of both vehicles. She smiled as she watched him slide a box off
his truck bed, into his arms and carried it over to the steps. He sat it down, straightened himself and
turned to her car.
She put it in park and turned the
engine off.
“Damn girl, nice wheels.”
She shrugged and pushed her door
open. “Lucky for me, I’m a daddy’s
girl.”
“How you gonna get this sucker
back to NYC? Cross country trip?”
The door slammed shut and she put
her hands on her hips and tossed her keys into the front seat, knowing they’d
be safe there. “Nah. This is just being rented or something. I have my baby back home.”
She watched as he turned his back to
her and walked to get another box from his car.
“What kind is it?”
She licked her lips at his arm
muscles. He was wearing track pants like
her and a white wife beater. His body
looked fabulous and she was surprised she was just now noticing. Sure she had felt his body a little bit the afternoon before, but lying in a hammock didn’t give you the
best view, and he had been more covered as well.
He glanced at her and she snapped
out of it, not wanting him to notice her drowning in her own puddle of drool. “Just a little dinky BMW.”
“What model?”
“Hell if I know.” She chuckled. “I don’t drive it much in
“Oh ok.” He sat the box down on
the steps and turned to walk towards her.
He sauntered over to her slowly and he got rather close to her. “So…”
He stretched out, reaching his hands to touch hers. He smiled.
“How you doin’ today?”
“Good. And you?”
He shook his hips towards her and
she giggled. “Gooood. You look cute.”
She looked down at her baby blue
fitting Adidas track pants and white t-shirt.
“I’m just wearing work clothes.”
She looked back up and he licked
his lips at her. “And sexy…”
“Sexy?” Her teeth bit down on her lips and she was
forced to sit a little bit on the hood of her car. His head tilted down and she felt his arms
come around her after they pulled her sunglasses off. His lips brushed over her neck slightly,
nuzzling his nose into her skin there.
“Mmmhmm.”
“What are you doin?” She giggled.
He pulled away with a cocky and
stupid little grin on his face. “Tellin’
my girl hello.”
“So I’m your girl now?” She raised her eyebrows and he just smiled at
her.
The night before, well after his
breakdown, had been really, really great.
They had made out a little more, dozed off twice, and finally rose from
the netting, stretched themselves and went to the lower level of the house to
figure out what to do next. Since she
was starving they went out at about
It reiterated the fact that he was
really who he was and not just some part of her imagination. He really was Justin Timberlake. But on the other hand, listening to him sing
and watching his fingers move across the keys, it proved to her he was much
more. And to have him share all that
with her gave her more evidence that he really did like her.
He begged her to play something
and she protested but after a few long kisses and promising smiles, she gave in
and played what she could remember of Beethoven’s Sonata 14. She was sure she bored him. She caught him yawning half way through it and
knew he could tell she was a bit rusty.
It had been a long, long time since she had played anything.
By seven she was staring to yawn
as well and he took her home. He had to
pick his mother up from the airport later on that night, so reluctant they had
to leave. They made out a little in the
car in the parking lot of her brother’s place and finally they parted and she
went inside, giddy as ever. She had a
hard time falling asleep.
And now here they were, in his
drive way, kissing heavily on the hood of her car. One of his hands was on her hip holding on to
her sunglasses and the other was running up underneath the back of her shirt
and touching her skin. She got goose
bumps and knew that if he kept moving his tongue that particular way, she was
going to have to force him to the ground and do something about it.
She found a moment to pull away
and little and looked into his bright blue eyes, keeping her hands on his
shoulders for balance and to keep him from dipping in again. “That’s quite a big hello.”
“I’m not done,” he whispered. He started to chuckle and tickled her sides a
little. She squirmed on the car and he
just started to kiss her cheeks.
“Sto-op...” She whined.
But her whining ceased and she sat
up straight with widened eyes when she heard a sweet southern voice call out
into the driveway. “Justin do you know
what box…” Her speech stopped and Darcy
peaked over Justin’s shoulder to see his mom standing on the small front porch
staring at them. “Oh...I’m sorry.” She finally said a little shocked.
Darcy’s eyes moved back to Justin.
“Shit. That’s your mom.” He rolled his
eyes. She wondered if he was mad because
his mom interrupted or mad at her for seeming so upset.
He pulled away from her and turned
towards the house. She slid from the car
and straightened her clothes and wiped her mouth, hoping none of the lip gloss
she had put on while veering off the freeway had smeared. Her hand grabbed at his for her sunglasses
and she covered her eyes once more.
“Momma, come here,” she heard him
say in an adorably southern accent. It
flowed freely and he seemed truely at ease. She wasn’t though. She was nervous as hell. Here was his mother, the famous Lynn. Everyone who knew a little something about
Justin knew he and his mom were butt buddies.
She knew that if she wanted this relationship with Justin to last, she was
going to have to make a damn good impression on his mother. And she was pretty sure making out on the
hood of your car wasn’t a good impression.
She watched the small woman
approach them, dressed in jeans, a red shirt that might be considered a little
too tight, and with her curly mess of hair pinned up on the top o f her
head. She kept her hands on her lower
back, making her elbows stick out and squinted in the
“Momma this is Darcy…” He said.
“Hi Darcy,” His mother stuck a
hand out and Darcy shook it lightly.
“It’s nice to meet you. I’m
“You as well.” She tried to sound as proper as she knew
how. She had never met a real mother
before. Well, she had met real mothers,
but never a down to earth mom. All the
guys she dated before had nut jobs for moms or step moms.
“So what were you asking for
momma?” Justin asked.
“Where’s the box with the
extension cords in them?”
“Oh, I’m bringing them in.” He pointed over to the boxes on the steps and
“Baby, he just left a little bit
ago,” she said, putting a hand on his back and rubbing it affectionately with a
smile. “He’ll be back soon.”
“He’ll take forever,” Justin
whined, which made Darcy giggle and shake her head.
Darcy didn’t want her to get ahead
of herself. She was a little shocked by
what his mother had just said. She
really wouldn’t have considered herself Justin’s girlfriend. They were dating, yes, but girlfriend was a
level she was pretty sure they hadn’t reached yet. “I’m not his-” She began to say, but Justin
cut her off.
“Come on! I’m putting you to work again.” He reached and snatched her hand. Maybe his mom really was as laid back as she
seemed in all the interviews she had seen of them. There had only been a couple with her in it,
well of the ones Darcy had seen, but she seemed extremely friendly. Today she didn’t seem overly friendly. She didn’t know if that was good or bad. All she knew was she felt a little awkward
being this affectionate with Justin, even though it was just hand holding, when
the woman who gave birth to him was only a few yards away.
They were walking towards the opened
front door when Darcy heard a bark and the scampering of clawed feet. Then
Justin’s hand clenched hers as his mother yelled out, “Bearlie! No!”
She saw a little flash of brown
run past her and
Justin dropped her hand at an
instance and ran after the dog. He
caught up with the little yapping yorkie and swept it up in his arms, letting
it wiggle and finally settle against him, licking his neck, making Justin
laugh. “Bear…stop showin' off for the
lady. This is my dog.”
“I see that.” She reached over and petted the little dog’s
head. The pooch craned his neck to sniff
her hand and then let her scratch his neck a little. She smiled at the dog and walked beside
Justin as they entered the house.
“How’s she doin’?”
Justin asked, letting the dog down. He
smelled Darcy’s tennis shoes and then scampered off, his nails clicking on the
hard wood floor. The three of them
walked towards the kitchen.
“Ok. Still drowsy.”
Justin turned his head to Darcy
and said, “She’s an old doggie and just had to have surgery. She’s still in
“Aww.”
“Yeah…”
“Wow…” Darcy looked around. The house had boxes everywhere. Pictures were hung, furniture was placed, and
ABC store boxes were exploding with newspaper that dotted the floor. “You all have done quite a bit of work.”
“We got up early.” Justin put an arm around her and brought her
into his side. She glanced at Lynn who
seemed to look at them cautiously and then off to the side. She wasn’t smiling and Darcy was sure that
wasn’t good.
“Too early,”
“I was excited.” He rubbed her back a little and looked down
at her. “You wanna drink?”
She smirked and poked his side.
“Got anything more than just beer?”
“Yes…” He stuck his tongue at her and said, “When I
picked momma up last night she made me go to the grocery store before we came
home.”
“I knew he’d only have beer and
pizza.”
“Ooo, momma you should make some
sweet tea.”
“Baby, do you want me to cook or
unpack? I can’t do both.” She opened the refrigerator and brought out
two Sprites, setting them on the counter.
Justin laughed. “You don’t gotta
cook tea, you just pour and stir some stuff together.”
“Well I can’t do that and all
this.” Her hand waved over the kitchen
to all the boxes and stuff lying about.
“Nevermind.” Justin sighed and went over to grab a
Sprite. He handed it to Darcy, winked
and then said, “I
need to get the computer before it gets too hot in the car.”
“I’ll help ya.”
As they started to walk out, Darcy
didn’t know what to do. She followed them to see if they needed any help but
before they got to the door, Justin whipped around and said, “Shit. I forgot to tell Trace to get
something.” He looked at Darcy and
smiled. “Will you go bring my phone
down? It’s in my room on my bed.”
“Sure.” She shrugged and smiled when he mouthed “thanks”
to her and turned and walked out the door.
As she walked through the house and up the steps, Bearlie followed her.
She smiled at how homey Justin’s
house was starting to look. He had some
wonderful paintings hung on walls and a couple that were leaning against them,
not yet put up. Tables and other pieces of furniture were scattered about. She could tell his house was going to be very
nice when they were finished with it. It
was starting to look like a home. His
room didn’t look too much different.
There was a wooden dresser with some boxes on top of it, but most of the
room was filled with clothes and suitcases.
The floor was almost unwalkable with all his shoes thrown out on the
floor. She thought the rumor about his
shoe obsession was blown out of proportion.
But it wasn’t.
Bearlie seemed to not want to mess
with the chaos that was his room and trotted off back down the hallway. Darcy stretched her leg to climb over the
shoes and reached to grab his small silver phone off his bed. There was an open suitcase right by the phone
exploding with boxer briefs and boxers.
She started to giggle. It was his
underwear. Apparently he liked the color
black and boxers with little cartoon figures, like the devil ones peaking out
over the edge.
She would have snooped some more,
but figured it would look bad if Justin, or worse, his mom walked in. So she kept the phone in the palm of her hand
and jumped over his mountain of shoes, padding quietly from his room back
towards the steps. She was in the
hallway that over looked the front room with the piano when she started to hear
their voices coming from the kitchen. They were hushed, but excited in the type
of way only an argument could carry.
She strained to hear.
“Baby, I’m not trying to ruin this
for you.”
“Yes you are.” Justin whined.
“I just want you to be
careful. You aren’t ready for this yet.”
“How can I just leave her or let
her walk away? I’ve been waiting for her
for years.”
Darcy leaned against the railing
and tried to bend down a little to peak into the kitchen, but she couldn’t see
anything. She wondered who they were
talking about. She thought for a moment
that it might be her, and at that thought her stomach started to churn.
“Oh please Justin. You’ve been fantasizing for years.”
“She’s the perfect woman for
me. Don’t you see that?”
Darcy’s mind started racing. The perfect woman? That wasn’t her. It couldn’t have been. They had to be talking about someone
else. Either way, it didn’t make her
feel any better. If it wasn’t her, then
he must been seeing someone else, and that would mean she’d have to leave
him. She couldn’t deal with just been a
side dish. But if they were talking
about her…
She wasn’t perfect, and didn’t
want any man thinking her that way. She
had spent her adolescence being molded and formed to be the perfect young
woman. In the end, the mold as
impossible and she had failed. She didn’t
need that pressure again.
“No Justin. I see a normal girl, who seems to be a little
nervous around me, which is acceptable, and who seems to be nuts for you. But baby, how do you know she’s really nuts
for you and not for you know…the celebrity stuff?” She didn’t like it, but could see where Lynn
was coming from. She wondered if all of
Justin’s girlfriends got this type of critical dissection from his mom. She figured so. After heart ache like he had had, the woman
couldn’t help but be protective. Plus,
there were women out there that were money hungry and lusted after fame.
But she wasn’t one of them.
“Because she’s
Darcy, mom.”
“What the hell does that mean?” Darcy cringed at the hushed hiss in
“Mom. She was just around
so I could get laid.”
Darcy rolled her eyes. Typical dickheaded boy. “Oh, please Justin. I raised you better than that.” There was a pause, and Darcy held her breath,
waiting for whatever was next. It was
probably a little wrong of her to spy on their conversation, but she couldn’t
help it. She didn’t want to bust up down
there awkwardly and they sure as hell weren’t doing a good job concealing their
voices. They were trying, but she was an
expert spy, it being her favorite childhood game. “All I’m saying is I wouldn’t
trust her.”
“She’s not a fucking serial
killer!”
“Shh, I’m
not saying that! She seems like a
wonderfully nice girl Justin, but you’re blinded with this obsession you
have. You know I wish you’d go back to
Dr. Bateman. That hurt me when you
finally told me the real reason why. Because of this new, new…girl.”
She heard Justin sigh and could
imagine him looking up at the ceiling, acting like the weight of two tons had
been thrown on his lowered shoulders.
She imagined him licking his lips, shaking his head while he said,
“I…I’ve found her mom.”
“Justin, you’ve found the first
sweet girl since Britney, but that’s it.
There are millions out there.
You’re just gonna get hurt. I
mean, if you fall in love with her or whatever, how will you know it’s for the
real reason, and not just your head is messing things up?”
“Don’t you believe in fate,
momma?”
Darcy’s eyebrows rose. She knew he liked her. But
“I believe in all sorts of things,
Justin. And right now I believe you’re
making a big mistake.”
She didn’t want to hear
anymore. It was good to know
Maybe it was a mistake coming over
to help him that day. She was almost
ready to go home. Her stomach hurt and she
had the strangest urge to break down and cry.
What if
It made hr think about whether he
really liked her or not. But there had
to be some sort of attraction or he wouldn’t bring himself to kiss her. They laughed together, he seemed happy, and
that was what was most important, right?
It didn’t matter if he was on the rebound or a little messed up in the
head. If he was happy, then it was ok.
She kept repeating that to herself
as she took a deep breath and walked across the hallway towards the steps. She tried to make noise with her tennis shoes
as she walked down, so they wouldn’t suspect her of spying. Bearlie heard her first and came barking
towards her. He ran up the steps to
where she was and then back down with her, right on the heels of her feet.
When she made it down to the
bottom of the stairs and looked up, he was there, smiling a smile at her that
seemed to be a little sad. He licked his
lips and stared at her pretty hard.
“Find it?”
“Yup.” She waved the phone in her hand and handed it
to him with a wink. She forced a smile
and tried her best to cover up the fact that she had just heard their
conversation. She couldn’t let him know,
especially since he was looking kind of worried. “Got a lot of shoes up
there, Mr. Timberlake.”
“Yeah…thanks.” He took the phone from her and sighed. He looked distraught and she hated seeing him
so upset. She tried to think of
something to say to make him smile and started giggling at the thought that
came in her head.
“I saw your panties too.” She winked.
He let out a shocked chuckle. “My panties?”
She reached forward and tickled
his stomach a little, “I like the devil ones.”
He grabbed her hands in his and
laughed as they play fought at the foot of his steps. “Maybe one day you’ll get
to see them on me.”
“I hope so.” She winked and leaned in to whisper to him
seductively, knowing flirting would help any man get their mind off things, “I
hope I get to see them thrown on the floor of the bedroom.”
“Don’t tease.” He pulled her into him and wrapped his arms
around her. “Come here.”
He sighed and held her tightly,
resting his cheek on top of hers. They stood there for a moment and she hoped
his mother wasn’t around to walk in on them.
They were just hugging, sure, but he was holding her tightly and it
wasn’t really the type of hug you just randomly gave someone you were
dating.
“You ok?” She whispered,
He moved his head down to her
shoulder and kissed her neck and then her cheek. “Yeah.
Momma went outside for a minute.
She’s…” He pulled away and looked
down at the floor. His arms dropped from
around her and he shrugged. “Well, she’s
not gonna be rude to you Darcy, but she’s really protective over me. I guess it’s um, the Britney stuff. She just doesn’t want me to get hurt
again. So she might say something or act
in a way that seems bitchy. But she’s
really not.”
“I don’t wanna be a problem,” Darcy
replied. She was going to say that she
could leave if it would make things better, but she didn’t want to. She didn’t want to cause a fight between him
and his mother, but she couldn’t help be a little selfish. She wanted to spend time with him. She really, really did.
“Hey…” He nudged her with his elbow and then reached
down to grab her hand so she could walk with him back into the kitchen. “I said that yesterday. And like you told me, I like you way too
much.”
She felt him kiss the top of her
head and she sighed. “I know you do.” She normally would be thankful to have a
guy be as into her as Justin was, but something about the way he was so needy
scared her a little and she hoped that wherever he was leading her it wouldn’t
end with another broken heart.
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Much Later
Justin wanted his pants separated,
so she sat on the middle of his bed in between a pile of jeans and a pile of
khakis. She thought she had a lot of
clothes, but her wardrobe didn’t compare to his, and he was a guy! He also wanted them folded so he could either
hang or store them neatly in his closet.
She looked up to the guy that was sitting in a comfy chair in the corner
of the room near the fireplace. He was
messing with his cell phone and looked completely uninterested in her. He had been that way all day and it made her
heart sink a little.
It was one thing to have his
mother hate her but to have his best friend as well, well, that just made her
feel like something was wrong with herself.
He hadn’t said much to her and every time she had attempted at
conversation he had only responded in one word answers. The only solace to the
situation was that he was acting the same way towards Justin. He talked a little more to him, but they had
been very snappy at each other all day.
She just hoped, like she did with his mother, that she wasn’t going to
be a problem.
She had been assigned to mainly
unwrapping newspaper from things that has been in boxes. After Trace had come back and they had all
eaten lunch, the two boys had gone to lift and move some heavy furniture and she
and Lynn had been left alone to unwrap china, glasses, and other kitchen
utensils. They had had a nice
conversation, but she definitely felt like
Like Trace, who was trying his
best to ignore her.
The best part of the day had been
the quick run her and Justin had made to get dinner. She let him drive her car, since his and his
mom’s were blocked in, and they put the hood up so that no one would see
them. He held her hand as he drove and on
the way back, as they were driving up his long street, he pulled off to the
side or the road and tugged her almost completely into his lap, which was hard
to do in the bucket seats. He made out
with her a little bit, holding his hands to her ass and tugging at her lip with
his teeth. When he pulled away with a
cocky smile she knew he was up to no good, trying his best to turn her on. He didn’t have to try hard.
But when they got back, something
had changed. She thought
It made her feel awkward, and she
suddenly wished she had spent the day at home.
Trace glanced up at her and caught
her staring at him. She looked down to
the pile of pants in her lap and smiled when Justin walked in with some
hangers. She cleared her throat and said
to Trace, “So you’ll be living in the guest house?”
“Yeah...” he mumbled.
She decided since he was still not
talking to her, she’d talk to the only person in the house who liked her,
besides Bearlie which was curled up on the pillows of Justin’s bed. Bearlie had followed her all day, and she didn’t
know if the dog was just interested in her because she was new, or if he really
liked her. Either way, he had been with
her all day and even stared to whine when she left with Justin to get food. “You
didn’t show me the guest house the other day.”
“Too busy with other things.”
Justin winked and started to hang up his khakis, walking a couple feet to hang
them on his closet door and then back to get another pair.
She smiled at him and licked her
lips, trying her best to tease him. It
had been one interesting part of the day, flirting with him. They had been very, very tame around
She turned her attention back to
Trace who was now staring at her. “Well
that’ll be cool. You’ll get to have your
privacy but still be close to hang out.”
“Yeah.” He sighed and widened his eyes a little.
“So uh,” Justin went into the
closet and she was forced to make more conversation or return to the awkward
silence like before. “Are you dating
anyone?”
“Nah.” He flipped his phone shut
after playing with it for what seemed like half an hour and lifted his hips to slide
it into his pocket. “Not everyone is as
lucky as Justin.” He started to chuckle
and narrowed his eyes slightly at her. “I
mean, he gets girls all the time, ya know?
“What are you talking about
Trace?” Justin said, reentering the room.
“You know what I mean. You got girls all the time, all over you.”
She watched Justin roll his
eyes. “Whatever. Those girls are just obsessive freaks. If they knew me, you know what they’d
do. They’d run the hell away.”
“Call them obsessive freaks, but
you were the one who was in therapy.”
“Shut up Trace.” Justin
boomed. She knew that if any louder it
would have probably echoed throughout the room.
He seemed hurt by that comment and she knew that he should have been. She didn’t know how Trace was normally, but
if he was anything like he was now, she didn’t really know why Justin was such
good friends with him.
Trace shrugged and then pushed
himself out of the chair. “Well, I probably should go.”
“What?” Justin asked a little
dumbfounded.
“Oh, I forgot. I promised Sean I’d go hang out with him
tonight. We might go shoot some pool or
something.”
Justin nodded and started to
smile, excited about the idea. “Awesome.
That’d be cool.”
“Well, ya know. He’s having some girl trouble and well,
whatever.”
“Oh…” She watched Justin carefully and could tell
by the lowering of his eyelids that he was hurt. Apparently, he assumed that they were invited
along for the fun. She realized then how
much time he and Trace spent together and how close they were. “…ok.”
“So, I would invite you guys, but
I mean, ya got your lady
here. Ya need to trick her into thinking
your hot shit. But uh, I’ll probably
start moving my shit in this weekend.”
He was out of the bedroom and walking
through the hallway towards the steps when Justin stormed past her, braced
himself in the doorway by holding onto the mantling and called out, “Hey
Trace.”
“What?” She heard Trace say but couldn’t
see him because of Justin body blocking the way.
“What the fuck man?”
“I’ll talk to ya later.” She heard
Trace say.
She decided to pipe up and give
him at least a nice parting thought of her.
She didn’t want him scurrying off to tell everyone Justin was dating a
bitch. “It was nice meeting you, Trace,”
she called out.
“Yeah. Later y'all.” He replied
back with a southern drawl.
She watched Justin slump his shoulders,
shake his head and pivot around, pulling the door half way closed as he did
so. She stared at him and said, “So, he
hates me.”
Justin rolled his eyes and started
to walk towards the bed. “He’s being a prick.
Just fucking pissed I got a hot girl and he just had his fucking hand.”
“Don’t be upset. Maybe it’s me.” She watched him take the small piles of jeans
and khakis and cradle them in his arms towards the closet. “I mean, you’re mom
doesn’t really like me either.”
“No, no it’s not that.” He threw the pants onto the floor of the
closet, flipped off the light inside and walked back towards her.
“Then what is it?”
He stopped beside her and ran a
hand through his hair. “I…”
“More Britney stuff?”
“Yeah…” He sighed and then rubbed
his eyes with is hands. His voice was
weird, as if he was trying to convince himself of what he was saying. “Yeah.”
“Well I hope they learn to like
me.”
“They will Darcy.” His crooked smile appeared and he rested a
knee on the edge of his bed and then his hands for balance. He crawled over to
where she was perched Indian style in the center of his mattress. He crawled over her and she was forced to
uncross her legs. She stretched them out
in front of her, in between his legs and leaned back on the bed. He was smiling devilishly at her and she
started to smile back at him.
The next thing she knew they were
making out. He was laying on top of her with his mouth on hers and his hands up
the back of her shirt. They remained
this way for a while until they started to roll a little on the bed. She laughed when he rolled the wrong way and
they almost fell off. Finally, they
switched positions and she found herself on top of him, straddling him. Bearlie
sighed, sneezed a little, and moved off the bed. Darcy opened her eyes. She pulled away from him and sat up. Her hands were on his bare arms, admiring how
sculpted they were and the cross tattoo on his left arm. She moved them to his cotton covered chest
and took a deep breath.
He smiled at her and puckered up,
making kissing noises towards her. She
glanced at the clock that was beside his bed and noticed it was late, much later
than she thought. She couldn’t believe
she hadn’t noticed it was already getting dark outside.
“Shit…”
“What?” He asked concerned.
“It’s late.”
He craned his neck to look at the
clock and then relaxed back underneath her.
“Only 9:15.”
“I know. I just, damn…” She ran a hand through her messy hair, pulled
back into a ponytail and sighed, “We’ve just been so busy and talking and…”
“I told you I was gonna put you to
work.” He smacked her ass promptly and
she jumped a little bit.
“I know. I’m beat.”
With that she leaned down and curled up underneath his chin, closing her
eyes and wishing some how, someway she could stay with him that night. She knew it’d feel so nice to curl up to his
warm body.
“That’s why I kissed ya, so you
could rest.” He moved from underneath her
and smiled boyishly as he leaned on his side beside her.
She laughed and felt his hand rub
her stomach underneath her shirt. “Was
this some secret ploy to get me in your bed?”
“Maybe.” He leaned down and kissed the side her head,
relaxing completely beside her. She felt
his hand move up a little and touch the under wire of her bra.
“You can touch.” She
whispered. She smiled as his eyes
widened. It reminded her of the first
time she ever fooled around with a boy.
It was her first boyfriend, her first everything, and he was so shocked
when she let his hand wander up her shirt that she laughed and ended up having
to apologize for hurting the guy’s feelings.
She felt his hand cup one of her breast on top of her bra and she
started to laugh. She didn’t mean to,
but it just amazed her how men could always be so cocky and sex-crazed while
they flirted but once they started doing things, could act like it was their
first time. Being careful was always a
good thing, but she couldn’t help but laugh at how most men were over-cautious. His face fell a little and she put her hand
on his arm and used her other to lift her bra up, tucking his hand
underneath. “I meant underneath.”
His warm hand on her soft skin
made her sigh and she closed her eyes.
He squeezed her softly and then breathed out, “Boobies…”
She started to laugh even more. “Oh my god.”
He moved his hand to the other one
and squeezed it twice. “They’re nice.”
They laid there for a moment and
he kept his hands on her breasts until finally he nudged her head and she
turned her face to his and they began to kiss.
His hand left her bra and tickled on the center of her chest. When he realized it was a front clasp he
undid it. Her bra popped open and she
felt his hand push the material away as his tongue and lips touched hers. His hands massaged her breasts sensually and
he pulled her against him. All shy,
boyish behavior had vanished. She could
feel him getting excited and pushed her thigh against him, causing him to
groan.
It was then when she realized that
they might be there a while making out. It
was already late and she didn’t want to leave him yet, but she didn’t want her
brother calling the police reporting a kidnapping. She pulled away and sighed against his
lips. “I should call my brother.”
He stopped all movement and pulled
away a little, asking, “You’re thinking about your brother?”
“Well, I mean…if I’m gonna be late
tonight.”
“Oh ok.” He pulled away from her and
removed his hand from her shirt to lie on his back.
She did the same and lifted her
arm to start to push herself from the bed so she could go find wherever it was
she had left her cell phone. But then
her arm flopped back on the couch and she rolled over and curled herself into
his side saying, “Shit, I don’t wanna move.
This bed is too comfortable.”
“Then don’t.”
“I gotta go home.”
“No you don’t.”
“What?”
“Stay with me tonight.” He said simply.
She looked into his eyes and saw
utter desire there. And when he licked
his lips, she suddenly got scared. It wasn’t
that she didn’t want to sleep with him. Hell
yes, she wanted to, but what that would mean?
Just the other day they had talked about just letting it happen, and now he was roaring to go.
“I thought we were gonna go slow.”
He chuckled, “I just meant with me
in this bed with ‘jammas on.”
“‘jammas?” She
smiled.
“Ya know, pajamas.”
“Mmhmm.”
He pulled her down against him and
kissed her briefly. “I’m not saying that
I might not make out with you a little.
But I’m not asking for anything more.”
“What if I wanna give you more?” She started to tickle his sides, making him
laugh and grab at her hands to get her to stop.
“Tease.” He growled out and soon she found herself
pinned underneath him, his fingers wiggling at her sides and her bladder about
to explode.
“Stop! You’re gonna make me pee all over you!”
He stopped and pulled away from
her. “Grody girl!”
“I feel grody. Since I’m staying here, could I take a
shower? I’m gross.”
“Sure.”
She curled herself from the bed
and stretched, yawned and then went in search for her phone. His mom was in his office, putting up all his
awards. It was neat to see all the Moon-men
and Billboard awards he had won over the years.
They had found her phone beside his, which was being charged up, on the
kitchen counter. She called her brother
and he didn’t answer, so she left him a message, thankful she wouldn’t have to
have him yell at her for not coming home.
She then went back upstairs and he
showed her how to work the shower, left her two towels and then left her alone,
closing the door behind him.
The shower was wonderful and she
felt so much better once she turned the water off, stepped out, toweled off in
the steam filled room. She pulled her
hair in a towel, rubbed her feet on the plush bathmat and looked around for her
clothes. She really didn’t want to put
on her sweaty clothes again and pouted, realizing she had nothing else to put
on. She rubbed her hair vigorously, hung
up her towel and took the other one and wrapped it around her torso. She stepped carefully to the door and cracked
it open.
She called out, “Um, Justin…”
“Yeah?”
She peaked out into the room and
pushed the door open when he walked from the closet. She smiled and leaned against the
doorway. “Do you have anything I can
wear to sleep in?”
He stopped in his tracks and his
mouth dropped a little. Finally, he
pulled himself together and managed to squeak out, “Shit…”
“What?”
“You’re…”
“What?” She realized then that she was in a towel.
She looked down and then back up at him and cringed. “Oh...I’m sorry.”
He started to smile and stepped
forward, “Are you trying to make me horney?”
“No.”
“I think you are. What do you want to wear?”
“I don’t know. A t-shirt, boxers…whatever.” She paused and winked at him. “Silk nighties.”
He was halfway turned to go back
into the closet when he stopped and stuttered, “Wh-what?”
She shrugged and pulled up the towel
that was starting to sag. “Ya know, I’ve always wanted those. But no.
For some reason I have a tendency to wear long tee shirts and boxers, or
biker shorts. Those are the best.”
“Well I don’t have any biker
shorts.” He went into the opened closet
door and came back with a white shirt and some plaid cotton shorts.
“I hope they’re clean.” She snatched them from him and then closed
the door to the bathroom so she could change in private.
As she changed she thought back on
the past few minutes and what was about to happen. She wondered what would happen once they got
into bed together. She wondered what he’d
sleep in and wondered if he’d touch her again.
She hoped so.
When she came back out he had
pulled back the bed but was no where in sight.
She took the moment and jumped in the bed, crawled under the covers and
pulled them up to her chin. It was so
comfortable and cozy and warm and she was excited to go to sleep. She always got the same giddy feeling when
she got into bed, whether it was her own or whatever. She loved to feeling of closing her eyes after
a long hard day, underneath cool sheets that would soon warm her up and lying
on a soft mattress. She pulled her damp
hair out from behind her head and shoulders and twisted it up and laid it
beside her so it wouldn’t keep her too cold.
“What are you doing?”
She turned towards the door to the
room and watched as he came in, closed the door and walked towards her. “Sleepin’,” She replied.
He sat down on the side of the bed
and leaned towards her. “I’m gonna take
a shower and then get in with ya, ok?”
“Okie dokie.” She smiled.
“You’re happy.”
“I love bed.” She snuggled deeper into the covers. “I’m never leaving.”
He dipped down and kissed her
deeply. “Mmmm. Please don’t.”
When he pulled away he rubbed his
nose against hers and finally left the bed.
He flicked off the lights to the room and then entered the
bathroom. The door clicked behind him
and she was covered in darkness. She closed her eyes but couldn’t get tired if
she was getting paid to do it. She was
too excited about sleeping next to him.
She listened to the shower run for a few minutes, heard it click off and
listened carefully as she curled on her side. She heard him clear his throat, heard what
sounded like the sink running. It turned
off, and then she heard the sound of material moving.
She kept her eyes closed as a change
of light entered the room and then flicked off again. She heard him sigh and then felt the bed
move.
She started to smile and it soon
turned into a giggle she couldn’t control herself.
“Why you laughin’?”
She turned and tried to make him
out in the darkness but could only see a shadow of his head. “I don’t know. Just excited.”
He paused for a moment and then
when he spoke she could see his white smile. “Excited how?”
“Perv. No, I just…I’m really happy.”
“Me too.” She felt his hands and arms reach for her and
willingly went with him. But when her
hand moved down to brace herself from the intense kiss
he was landing on her, all she felt was warm moist skin.
She pulled away with a gasp, “Are
you naked?”
“No...” He chuckled and found her
lips again quickly. “I have on boxers.”
She laughed against his mouth and
relaxed her body half on top of his. “Rats.”
“You need to stop teasing or you’re
gonna get yourself into trouble.”
“How?”
“Thanks for helping me today. Don’t worry about Momma and Trace, they’ll
come around.” He changed the subject and
when her leg curled up over his hip and her knee bumped into his cotton-covered
lap, she figured out why. She thought
about it for a moment, wondering if she should go for it. She wanted to, and she was ready and definitely
willing. He seemed to be as well. But something in her stomach told her it just
wasn’t time yet. That one word made her
smile, yet. That meant someday it would happen.
“I hope so. You’re mom probably thinks I’m some sort of
slut staying the night and all.”
“Nah. When you were in the shower
I went to talk to her and she said she’d make us breakfast in the morning. I hope you like French toast.”
She smiled and lifted her head off
his shoulder. Her eyes had adjusted and
she could see him ok. She leaned down
and kissed him quickly. “I love it.”
“Great.” She felt his hand surge up the skin of her
back and she leaned down to kiss him fully.
She felt him poking into her hip and giggled as his hands moved around
to cup her bare breasts underneath her tee shirt. She ended up on her back some how, his hands
on her and her legs around him, kissing furiously with him. It felt wonderful and she couldn’t help
herself give in when he began to rub his hips against her. It was a lot different feeling than the day
before. Jeans restricted and were
difficult to move in, but soft cotton boxers left little to the imagination.
She called out his name in a breathly sigh when his lips started to travel down her
neck. “Justin…”
“Yeah...” His voice was gravely.
She closed her eyes and didn’t think
before she said, “I’ve fallen for you so damn hard.”
He stopped massaging her and
kissing her and paused all movement as he laid over her. She felt his hands fall from underneath her
shirt and then had to move a little as his arms wrapped around her and squeezed
her tightly. “Thank you,” he whispered.
“For what?”
“For being ...” She couldn’t hear what he was saying because
his words were mumbled against the skin of her neck, but it sounded like he was
saying the word “real.”
“What now?” she asked for him to
repeat.
“For, for being…” He pulled her to where she was laying on his
chest again and sighed out, “here.”
She listened to his heart beat for
a long time. It slowed down and he
started to breath deeply within a few minutes.
She whispered his name and got no response. Her leg was curled over his lap again and she
felt him soften underneath her knee. She
could feel the blood pumping through his sensitive area, but soon it slowed,
like his breathing and finally stopped.
There was no way she would get to sleep that easy. She was too excited to be lying with him and
still way too turned on. But mostly she
wanted to memorize very carefully the feeling of his skin and his warmth and
the sound of his heart, just incase it was all some huge, wonderful dream.