"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...."

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