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| ...I Wanna Be Bad... |
| Another Saturday night composed of music, dancing, and the mass consumption of alcohol that would ultimately end with the gentleman caller of her choice escorting her home. Three or four hours of men providing her with drink after drink usually left her inable to find her way home alone. Luckily for Monique, male accompaniment was never hard for her to find. Ali sighed deeply, imagining herself in the same situation. Three days ago she struggled in the rain with a flat tire for 20 minutes before anyone stopped to assist her. Perhaps there is something to be said for not wearing panties after all. |
| In spite of herself, Ali couldn't help feeling a little jealous. She'd give anything to be like her roommate. Even for just one night. Ali smiled, picturing the look on Justin's face if he were to see her in something like this. Low cut leather halter.... black miniskirt....maybe a pair of three inch stiletto heels. Just the look on his face would be worth the risks. Ali stared at her reflection and smiled as she imagined the surprise contorting his perfectly chiseled features. Closing her eyes, she could see the scene so clearly. The look of apreciation as he surveyed her beautifully toned body... His strong hands ripping the clothing from her body just before he lay her down and ravaged her virginal body. She could almost feel him moving inside herself as she slid her hand down her concave belly toward the warming orifice between her thighs. ....Maybe she'd give Justin a call after all..... *********************************************** Justin tossed his keys on his dresser and slid his watch off his wrist. He exhaled deeply, his body relaxing for the first time in hours. Reaching behind his head, Justin rubbed his neck to relieve the tension. Five hours of standing in one place, leaning into an oversized microphone were a dozen times more stressful than performing live. The muscles tighten, the joints stiffen.... Justin closed his eyes, silently volunteering that their next album be recorded live in concert. Justin opened his eyes and looked up, the scene reflected in the mirror knocking him off balance. He rotated slowly, turning toward his bed and the young woman who occupied it. Justin's eyes grew wide with amazement as he stepped closer. He swallowed hard as his eyes moved slowly over the body displayed before him. "Ali?" Ali rose from her knees and balanced on her spiked heels as she stepped delicately across Justin's mattress. With an unfamiliar look of mischief dancing on her face she moved toward him seductively. Her hands moved across her belly and upward, cupping her own breasts for a brief moment before slipping them behind her neck into her long blond hair. Justin licked his lips in approval and moved toward her quickly. The look of drunken desire in his eyes was enough to make her body tremble as she met him at the end, a smile playing on her full red lips. "Were you expecting someone else?" Justin looked her over in amazement as he ran the palms of his hands up her calves toward her shapely thighs. He moved slowly, pausing for a moment, waiting for a forthcoming protest. His cerculean blue orbs moved up to meet hers, searching for a sense of understanding. "I don't understand... What's all this?" Ali tossed her hair over her shoulder and lowered herself to her knees. With a smirk she worked swiftly to loosen the buckle on his belt. Justin stood unmoving allowing her to pull the thick length of leather from the loops that circled the waistband of his jeans. Ali's voice was low and seductive as she spoke the words to the song that became her anthem as she had prepared for the evening ahead. |
| "I could be sexy too...if I really wanted to." "You? Come on Aleigha, get serious. You're about as sexual as my old Sunday School teacher. You... sexy..." Ali winced as her best friend's laughter rang in her ears. With his back turned toward her, Justin couldn't see the look of hurt that washed over her delicate face as a result of his inconsiderate jest. Justin's laughter wasn't intended to be cruel. Justin would never knowingly hurt her and risk a friendship that had spanned more than a decade. It wasn't even meant to tease her. The mere thought of his friend stepping so far out of character was such a stretch of the imagination that the laughter that rose from inside was uncontrollable. The mere thought of the innocent girl he would always picture in denim jumpers and knee socks transforming herself into a sexually oriented vixen... The thought was too amusing to entertain. Ali stared down at the patchwork quilt that spread out over her mattress and sighed. Her fingers traced |
| the intricate patterns in the fabric with painstaking effort. Focusing her attention on the colored threads, she fought valiantly to hold back the tears that threatened to fall. Ali sniffed, breaking the silence that followed Justin's laughter. He stepped back from the window where he stood watching as Ali's roommate climbed into her car below. Justin averted his attention from the dark haired woman who had started this discussion and turned to look at her for the first time. He crossed the room and sat down on the edge of the bed and shook Ali's socked foot playfully. "Hey... Ali, I didn't mean anything by it. You just asked me what men see in Monique'..I was just answering your question." Ali pulled her pillow against her stomach and curled her body around it's plush comfort. Avoiding Justin's scrutinizing gaze, she tucked her feet beneath her to avoid his touch. Justin sighed deeply, folding his hands in his lap. Several moments of silence passed uncomfortably before Justin slowly rose to his feet. "I should get going. I have some work to do in the studio... I'll be home around 11 if you wanna give me a call or something, alright?" Justin stood, waiting for a reply. When he received nothing in return, he left quietly. Ali sat on her bed unmoving as she heard his footsteps descending the wooden staircase. When she heard the familiar sound of his Harley Davidson roar to life, she stood slowly and made her way down the hallway to her housemate's bedroom. She lingered momentarily in the hallway before she entered. She felt a pang of guilt for her uninvited intrusion as she stepped inside, marveling at the differences between herself and the girl she shared her home with. Ali traversed the spacious room to the oversized closet that spanned the length of the north wall. Hesitantly she pushed the doors apart and stepped inside, losing herself among the many layers of fabricated sexuality. She extended her hand and ran her fingertips across the cool black leather of Monique's favorite halter. Ali pulled the hanger from the rack and stepped out of the closet and in front of the mirror that hung on the back of the door. With a smile playing on her lips, Ali lifted her hand and held the small top in front of her. She swayed from side to side, imagining the way she would look in something like this. She chuckled softly, remembering the ass Justin had made of himself the first time he met Monique'. Memory serving correctly, it had been this blouse that had stripped him of his ability to form a coherant sentence. It worked for Monique.... Maybe it would work for Ali. Ali gazed at her reflection, her eyes narrowed as she critiqued the image she found there. Monique' had nothing that she lacked. Nerve maybe... But that was rectifiable. Every Saturday night for the past six months had been the same thing. Ali stood in the bathroom doorway and watched as her roommate prepared for another night out. |
| Do you understand what I need from you? Just let me be the girl to show to you Everything that you can be Is everything that I can be My turn Let me let you know that I, I can't Promise that I won't do that So boy, Say the time and place 'Cause you make me wanna misbehave I wanna be bad You make that look so good I got things on my mind, I never thought I would I, I wanna be bad You make that feel so good I'm losing all my cool, I'm about to break the rules I Wanna be bad What's up? Tell me what to do, how to be Teach me All your rules from A to Z But I don't want your other girl to see That you're messin 'round with me Should I boy? Tell you what I got is what you want? Tell me Do I turn you on? Don't want no one judging me I wanna be bad |
| Needing no further urging from her, Justin quickly pulled Ali's feet from beneath her and pushed her back onto the mattress. As he crawled up the bed like a panther stalking it's prey, Justin's eyes glimmered with lust. Trembling, Ali slid upward on the disheveled bed cover, momentarily questioning her decision to seduce him. Could this be called seduction? It hadn't taken much to entice Justin. Perhaps he had desired her all along. Or maybe she was just that good. Justin grabbed her firmly by the hips and pulled her toward him, sensing her growing trepidation. He knew he had to work quickly before she changed her mind. As much as he cared about her, there wasn't a chance in hell he was going to let her leave him in this state of unrest. Not now. Not as much as he needed this. The growing erection that strained against his boxer briefs ached to be released. A deep groan escaped his parted lips as her knee grazed the crotch of his pants ever so gently as she shifted beneath him. With his knees on either side of her waist, Justin rose slightly and peeled the shirt from his chiseled chest. Eagerly, he pushed his jeans down his hips and kicked them off the end of the bed. Licking his lips in anticipation, he slid off his briefs and trembled as the cool air wrapped itself around his newly exposed flesh. Justin slid his hand inside Ali's slim fitting leather mini-skirt and stroked the soft satin of her panties gently. Instantly her body responded to his touch giving him reason to smile. "Did you mean what you said? Anything?...." Ali nodded slowly. Allowing her no time for further introspection, Justin flipped her onto her belly abruptly and brought her quickly to her knees in front of him. Ali's heart beat rapidly as she felt him shove her skirt up around her waist and settle between her parted thighs. His hands were stronger than she imagined as they slid into her blouse and fondled her roughly. She moaned with pleasure as his rough thumb circled her nipple as his fingers squeezed her firmly. Justin leaned over her, laying his bare chest against the cold leather of her blouse. The head of his throbbing member brushed against her thigh, giving her the first glimpse of what fate had in store. She closed her eyes, wondering how much larger the noticable bulge in his jeans grew with the onset of passion. If his relaxed state was any indication of what was to come, odds were she wouldn't be walking out of here tonight. Ali cried out in pain as her thoughts were interrupted by the forceful thrust with which Justin entered her body. She gripped the headboard tightly for support as he pounded his hips against her harshly. Oblivious to her cries for mercy, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her against his thighs with each thrust, driving himself deeper inside. Each stroke seemed to bring him one step closer to ripping her in two. Ali struggled to find leverage to support herself on the unstable bedframe. "Yeah baby.... come on baby.... Don't fight it..." Justin's hands slid up Ali's body and down the length of her arms. He spread his fingers across the back of her hands, holding her firmly in place. Ali closed her eyes tightly as the seering pain brought on by his presence shot through her body. Her untouched walls ached as she struggled to accommidate his generous endowment, yet Justin gave her no time to adjust to his invasion. She bit down on her lip to muffle her screams as he drove into her savagely. Four letter word vulgarities spat from his lips as he searched for the hot spot hidden deep inside her pulsating wetness. With a grunt of satisfaction, he zoned in on his prize. Justin gripped Ali around the waist with one hand as the other moved quickly between her thighs to massage her clit firmly beneath the firm length of his index finger. A low moan escaped her pinched lips as the sensations that ran through her body transitioned from almost unbearable pain into earth shaking ecstacy without warning. Eagerly she began to move with him, sliding her knees farther back along side his thighs in an attempt to pull him deeper. Further aroused by her new eagerness, Justin dug his fingers into her tender flesh and pulled her toward him rapidly. Ali cried out as she experienced for the first time, the rapture that such a joining could bring. Excersing all of the strength he could muster, Justin pulled of her contracting opening and quickly drove his swollen member deep inside. With a guttural moan, he filled her quivering aperature with his thick release. Panting with exhaustion, Justin slid his body away from hers and lay down on the sweat dampened bedsheets. Justin wrapped his arms around Ali and pulled her firmly against the glistening skin on his tanned chest. A soft chuckle filled the air as he twisted a lock of her long hair around his finger. "You know what baby? You weren't so bad after all...." |