Practice . . .

By: Lesa

The first time Justin and I had sex...

Well, I'd like to tell you that it was just like in those romance novels--all untamed passion and heady sensations and two people perfectly in tune with each other's wants and needs.

I'd like to tell you all that. But I can't. Because, frankly, our first time together kinda sucked.

It wasn't all moonlight and roses; it was awkwardness and fumbling in the dark and 'that's not it'; weird noises and funky smells and really gross body fluids.

And the pain, my God, the pain. I thought he was trying to rip me in two. With his dick! How come no one ever told me about that part? I had to have him back off that first time, it hurt so bad.

But Justin's nothing if not persistent. A few lingering caresses and flicks of his tongue later, I was ready again. Or so he thought.

I had to really concentrate on not tensing up as he moved over me. I figured, the more tense I was, the more it'd hurt. Makes sense, right? I mean, it couldn't be all pain...could it? I've seen pornos, those women aren't THAT good at acting. So I figured I'd let him cause there had to be something more, something better.

It happened so fast and yet so slowly. It took me about a minute (which can be an eternity when it comes to sex) to realize that he was even in me. And then it was just...weird. There was this...thing. This foreign thing...and it was IN me. It was kinda like when you walk into your room and something's been fiddled with but you can't tell what. Just...out of whack.

And then he shifted, moved a little deeper and oh my God.

I saw what all the hoopla was about, why people get so obsessed with sex.

It. Felt. Good.

I reached down to...I have no idea why, really. To anchor myself, to intensify the feeling, I dunno. But I made a startling discovery.

Justin has a hairy ass.

And even as he was pounding away above me and my body was reacting, my mind wondered over the incongruity of it. Justin Timberlake, wanted and revered by millions, with a smile so...so...everything, a face that makes you sigh and a voice that can make you cry, has a hairy ass.

And even as I wondered of the absurdity of that, I was struck by the absurdity of my thinking. I'm having sex for the first time, with Timbs no less, and all I can think about is his hairy ass?

Anyways, just when I started to reach for what I figured was an oncoming orgasm, he stopped, pulled out.

It took a second for me to realize that he had come.

Selfish bastard.

But despite the pain, the weirdness and the unfairness (cause he finished and I didn't) of it all, I can't help but look forward to the next time.

I mean, practice makes perfect.

Right?

The End

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