Lance Bass and I have known each other for two and a half years, encountering each other in a club in Austin while I was visiting my cousin. Exchanging numbers and the whole deal, we soon became close friends. Being in the popular group *NSYNC, Lance would have to tour a lot, so he had no one really 100% tangible to talk to, except for his bandmates. It happened that whenever Lance was on the road, and he had a problem, or just needed someone to talk to, I was the one he would call. I also hit it off with the rest of his group, except for one young boy named Justin. Oh, I could tell that Justin definitely liked me, and he also insisted that I felt the same way. In reality, I couldn't stand him, but there was this part of me that was just so turned on by him. I managed to shrug it off.
One day Lance phoned me asking if I'd like to fly down to see him and the guys for a week or so. I didn't want to pass up the chance because the times we did see each other were pretty rare, so I flew down to Orlando from Pennsylvania. I stayed with Lance of course. I was sitting in the living room watching TV one day, when Lance propositioned me.
"I have to go to the studio for a recording session." He smiled. "Wanna come watch?"
"Sure!" I blurted out without thinking twice. We soon hopped into Lance's 4-Runner, heading to the studio when I suddenly realized. "Oh no..." I said aloud, covering my face with my hands.
"What?" he asked, looking at me.
"Justin's gonna be there, isn't he?" I asked, knowing what the answer already was. A slow smile crept across Lance's face.
"Yup." he nodded in his southern drawl.
"Can I go back home?" I wasted no time with small talk.
"Nope we don't have time... besides, it won't be that bad... you won't even interact with him." He searched for words. "He'll be too busy to know that you're even there".
'That's what you think.' I thought to myself.
"You know, I don't see why you dislike him so much. He isn't THAT bad of a guy." Lance said in defense of his friend. "I should know, I've toured with him for how long? Trust me, you'll be fine." he finished, pulling into the driveway. I walked into the studio behind Lance, all the guys greeting me with smiles and hugs except for Justin whom I conveniently turned my cheek to. After the small greeting, I quietly took my place in the mixing booth and watched and listened as the beautiful music seemed to have taken me to another world. Some time later the guys were due for a break, and when it came they all headed out for food.
"Are you coming?" Chris questioned, looking at me.
"Nah, I'm not all that hungry... I think I'll just stay here." He raised his eyebrows inquisitively. "I'll be alright!" I assured.
"Are you sure you don't want anything?" Lance asked, coming up behind Chris.
"YES! Now go enjoy your lunch!" I ordered, giggling.
"You comin' ?" Jc asked. looking towards Justin.
"No, I'm gonna stay here and work on that one song I was having trouble with. You guys go ahead." He stated, removing his baby blue and soft white checkered button down shirt. With that, everyone walked out leaving Justin and I alone together. I felt annoyed that he decided to stay, but I also couldn't help feeling a bit excited that I was alone with him. He began to sing "I'll Be Good For You," and I stood up, stretching my arms and closing my eyes. I turned my back to him, listening to the music and rolling my neck in circles to try to relieve some tension. A short time later I was shocked back into reality when I opened my eyes and there in front of me was Justin. The music was still playing, oddly enough.
"Yeah, what do you want?" I asked, folding my arms in front of me.
He just smiled, glaring at me and slowly backing me into a corner.
"I think we both want the same thing..." he said, getting closer to my face.
"In your dreams." I said, almost coldly, but nervous at the same time. I gulped as his face neared mine, not knowing what to do. Part of me wanted him, and part of me hated him.
"Come on, I know you like me so why don't you make it easy for the both of us and..." he began as he leaned in and brushed his lips against that sensitive spot on my neck. "Give in..." he whispered in my ear. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath, and then opened them, coming to my senses.
"No... now would you get lost?" I said, pushing him away, determined to stand my ground. Justin smiled and started to walk towards me again.
"Fiesty... very sexy." he replied in a sensual tone.
"Would you just give it up? I DON'T LIKE YOU!" I stressed as I started to walk away. Justin grabbed my arm and I swallowed hard, glaring into his clear, intense blue eyes.
"Well I think you do, and I bet I could prove it." he said without blinking.
"Oh, and how do you plan on doing that?" I asked smartly.
"Like this..." Justin stated, quickly pulling me towards him into an indescribable kiss. I pulled away and looked at him blankly. Then the yelling began.
"Don't you EVER do that again!" I spat out angrily. Justin looked down, then looked at me almost apologetically. Instantaneously, I felt badly for yelling. He started to walk away, but I couldn't let that happen. "Justin wait." He turned around. "I'm sorry for yelling at you." I walked toward him and tried to give him a quick, friendly hug. Before I knew it, his lips met mine again. I tried to pull away, but he kept his embrace tight so I couldn't move. "Justin let me go... I hate you so bad." I said softly, squirming underneath him.
"You're so sexy when your mad, you know that?" he commented, smiling at me. When he kissed me again he parted my lips with his tongue, and once again I couldn't resist trying to bite his tongue off.
"Ow!" he yelped, touching his tongue gingerly to make sure it wasn't bleeding. By now we had made our way to the floor, and he pinned me down, gripping my face so I'd look at him. "Let's try this again." he stated leaning in as he once again began to kiss me. He was absolutely relentless, and I liked that. A sudden shiver came over me as I soon found myself kissing him back. I parted his lips with my tongue as they met kindly for the first time. A light moan escaped my lips as Justin brushed his hand through my hair. He knew then he had won, and he pulled away for a moment to glance at me, then began to kiss me again.
After his attack on my mouth, he started at my legs, kissing up on either side up to my midsection, causing me to breathe heavily for a few seconds. As he continued his journey up my body, I tugged on his wifebeater and pulled it off, tossing it to the side carelessly, revealing his muscular chest. Justin opened the button on my shorts and smiled, unzipping them with his teeth.
"You can't do this to me... I won't let you." I managed to get out. He then pulled off my shorts with little resistance on my part.
"I don't see you fighting too hard." Justin said, smirking. He slid his jean shorts off, continuing the journey up my body. I ran my hands over his head, moaning lightly as he lifted my maroon fumanskeeto shirt up and moved up, reaching my chest. Justin looked down at me, kissing around my breasts, tracing the bra lines with his soft lips. He got to my straps and began to slide them down while kissing my shoulders. I quickly threw my arms to my chest covering myself, feeling as if I had to do something, or I would regret it.
"Justin Randall Timberlake, you get off me this instant or I swear you'll regret it!" I shot out, frustrated as Hell.
"Fine, it's your loss." He huffed sitting up looking me over. I could see only a flash of a smile as he swiftly pulled my panties down without warning, and plunged his tongue into my pussy, flicking around fervently. My hands flew down to his head as I tried to pry him away, but I soon found myself pushing, almost guiding him into me more. He maintained a steady pace with his licking and sucking, making me lose all control, my orgasm seeminlgy fulfilling him. He peeked his head up, grinning widely, then slithered up to my chest, undoing my bra as I tried to regain myself.
"Any guy could make a girl do that..." I said through breaths, trying to regain my composure. I knew I wouldn't be resisting him anymore, but I still had to keep my facade. Tenderly, as if handling something fragile he covered his mouth over my right breast while gently massaging the left one. I moaned as he switched off, giving each one equal attention. Soon Justin ventured up past my chest, teasingly placing small kisses around my neck.
He looked into my eyes as he leaned down, and I rose halfway, our lips meeting more gentle and tender then before. To my surprise, it was like nothing I had ever experienced before. It was almost as if I was kissing an angel. I flipped us over suddenly and ran my hands down his bare chest reaching his boxers, and I slid them off and without warning took him in fully. I slid my teeth back up his quickly growing cock, kissing the tip gently in-between. I ran my tongue up and down his shaft, and Justin placed his hand on my head, guiding me at a pace that pleased him. Other than that he sat still watching me, occasionally letting out small groans of pleasure. When he got close to his peak, I sucked harder and began pumping him fast, raising up and letting his juices spray my breasts. He got up quickly.
"Where are you going?" I asked.
"Just getting some paper towels for you to clean up with." he said, handing them to me. I quickly cleaned up, and then crawled over to him. I gave him a look, and he knew what it meant. I remained on my knees as he came up behind me and guided himself inside me. He wasted no time, and immediately pumped his hardest as I pleaded for more. Him making me feel so good was making me hate him even worse.
"Oh damn... oh yeah..." I continued to make more nondescript noises. "Justin damnit, I hate you so bad!" I said pleasurably, but with that slight tinge of anger still lingering.
"Damn girl, you feel soo good..." he continued as he pumped into me, his balls slapping fiercely against my ass. We switched positions, me on top this time, bouncing up and down. Tauntingly, I grinded against him slowly, then quickly. Soon Justin tired of this, flipping me over to begin pounding into me.
"Ahh... oh damn I'm gonna cum..." Justin announced through labored breaths.
"Damn, I can't stand you." I said through gritted teeth.
Glaring into my eyes, Justin spoke. "This is for you baby." Justin said with meaning. He slammed into me one last time, our orgasms coming simultaneously. He collasped on the floor and I lay there in shock, letting all of the events slowly seep into my head. Realizing where we were and what time it was we quickly got dressed.
"Not a word of this gets said to ANYONE, got me?" I spat out, regaining my hatred towards him.
"Whatever you say darlin'..." Justin smiled.
When the others returned, they quickly finished the rest of the session, and Lance came up to me.
"Are ya ready?" he asked.
"Yes" I replied eagerly, still reminiscing over what happened. Lance smiled, placing his hand on the small of my back, leading me out the door. I looked back to see Justin still grinning ear to ear. Slowly, he placed his finger over his mouth, assuring that I would still keep our secret.