~CHAPTER 9~
On Monday night Justin and Lance picked up Nadine and Krystal. Justin was wearing khaki cargo pants and a wifebeater with a baby blue shirt over it. Lance was wearing black jeans and a red sweater.
Nadine and Krystal had tried to persuade Michelle to go with them but she was still a little angry at Nadine and she would rather stay at home and sulk. Nadine was wearing a blue skirt and a light blue sweater with dark blue flowers on it. Krystal was wearin a cranberry red, velvet halter dress with a teardrop cut out of it. They both matched the guys perfectly.
Justin and Lance each held a flower and handed them to Nadine and Krystal.
"Oh how sweet!" squeled Nadine, as she threw her arms around Justin's neck and kissed him passionately.
"Thank you," said Krystal, quietly to Lance. He blushed and took her hand. Krystal was a little shocked that he was holding her hand but she soon relaxed.
"Ummm, Justin?" asked Lance, awkwardly. "We should get going." Justin finally lifted his mouth from Nadine's. When she began to walk away from him and toward the car, he wrapped his arms arond her waist and pulled her back against his chest. He leaned down and whispered something in her ear. Nadine turned beet red color and they walked to the car together, with Justin's arms still around his waist. Krystal and Lance followed and got into the backseat.
*****
Michelle sighed glumly. She was so depressed. She had really thought that she had loved Randy. She realized that there was no point in hiding in her room, listening to sad music, and drowning her sorrows in ice cream.
She was gonna call up one of her friends and have a good time. She dialed Mel's number.
"Hello?" answered a groggy male voice that she didn't recognize.
"Hi, is Mel there?" she managed to stammer out. It would be a huge understatement to say that she was shocked. Mel NEVER invited guys back to her apartment.
"I'm sorry, she's sleeping said the man," said the man.
At seven o'clock? she thought to herself.
"My name is Michelle, just have her call me back whenever, thanks, bye," she hung up the phone. She knew that Cara had just gotten out of one of her night classes but she called her cell-phone anyway.
"Hello?" answered Cara.
"Hey, it's Michelle."
"Hey."
"Is Mel seeing anybody?" she asked Cara.
"Not that I know of, why?"
"Cuz I just called and some faggoty sounding guy picked up and said that she was sleeping."
"Wow!" said Cara, "Didn't know Mel had it in her!" They talked about that for a few more minutes.
"I don't wanna go home!" said Cara, laughing in mock distress. "What if they never made it to the bedroom?" Michelle laughed.
"So wanna go get something to eat? I've been lonely and depressed and I need to get out."
"Sure, I'll pick you up now, see ya in a few," said Cara.
"Bye," said Michelle. They hung up and Michelle went to go get dressed. She put on a apair of black jeans and a purple velour top.
*****
When they got to the restaurant, Justin and Lance were perfect gentlemen. They enjoyed a wonderful dinner. It was obvious that Krystal and Lance liked each other. Nadine thought that they made such a cute couple. That was before Justin made, the mistake.
"Oh, Lance I forgot to tell you earlier, Minerva called and. . . . ."
"Who's Minerva?" asked Nadine.
"Oh, she's Lance's girlfriend, but he's. . . . ." began Justin.
"You have a girlfriend?" asked Krystal. Nadine could tell that she was putting on a fake smile.
"Yeah, but. . ." Lance began to explain.
"Oh," said Krystal quietly. "Would you please excuse me?" Krystal got up and went to the bathroom.
"I'll be right back," said Nadine running after her. Lance looked at Justin.
"I wish she'd have let me finish," he said sadly.
"When she comes back, go outside and explain," said Justin.
When the girls got back to the table Lance stood up quickly.
"Krystal we need to talk," he said and grabbed her hand and began to walk away before she was able to refuse. He brought her to the front of the restaurant. Lance stood staring up at the sky. Krystal tried to leave but Lance held her hand firmly.
"Lance, I'm sorry," Krystal finally said. "I shouldn't have reacted the way I did, I just thought. . . ." she let her voice trail off.
"I broke up with her yesterday," said Lance. "We relized that we wanted different things out of the relationship. Justin doesn't know beacuse, it's his second cousin and he wanted it to work out with us."
"Oh," said Krystal feeling foolish.
"I really like you Krystal but if you aren't ready to jump into this relationship, then I'll just have to accept that." He turned around and began to walk inside but Krystal's hand on his shoulder stopped him.
"I like you too Lance, and that's why I reacted why I did, and I do want to have a relationship with you but, I think we should take it slow for awhile, not jump into anything too serious." Lance hugged her.
"Would a kiss be moving too fast?" he asked her hopefully.
"A kiss wouldn't be moving too fast," she conceded with a smile. Lance leaned down and gently brushed his lips across hers. When he deepened the kiss, Krystal back up.
"Down boy," she luaghed. Lance chuckled and kissed her hand. They walked back inside hand in hand.
"We didn't think you guys were ever going to come back," said Justin, "so we paid."
"I guess I better be getting home anyway, I've got an exam tomorrow," said Krystal.
Lance and Justin dropped the girls off at their apartment. Then Justin dropped Lance off at the hotel and, on an impulse, went back to see Nadine.
*****
Cara and Michelle were laughing and having a good time, when, out of the corner of her eye, Michelle noticed a hott guy looking at her from across the room.
"Hey Cara, look at that hott guy over there, it looks like his friend is checking you out," said Michelle.
"Oh no! His friend is cute! I'm not really into that red hair," she whispered. Michelle didn'tknow why Cara was whispering, the guys were all the way on the other side of the room. There was no way they would be able to hear their conversation. Unless of course, one of them happened to be Superman.
On the other side of the room Joey and Chris were looking at the girls.
"Oh yeah, she wants me bad," said Joey, looking at Michelle. Chris on the other hand was captivated by Cara.
"I'm gonna go an say something to her," said joey decisively.
"I'll go with you," said Chris. They got up from the table and began to walk toward the girls.
"Oh my God!" said Michelle, "They're coming over here!"
"Oh my God!" said Cara, "Do you know who they are?"
"It's Chris and Joey from *NSYNC!" said Cara. "The group you love! You should have recognized them from miles away!"
"I've been a little distracted lately," admitted Michelle. They stopped their conversation when the guys stopped by their table.
"Hi," said Joey, in his best come on voice," I'm Joey." He was trying to mesmorize Michelle by staring deep into her eyes.
"I'm Chris," said Chris, bringing Cara's hand to his lips. Cara giggled at the old world mannerism.
"Would you ladies mind some company?" asked Joey smoothly.
"Please," said Michelle, indicating the empty seats. Chris and Joey sat down.
Oh God! thought Michelle. Please don't let him want a relationship! I'm not ready! She pictured Randy.
"Excuse me," she said and went to the bathroom.
*****
"Justin, what are you doing here?" asked Nadine, opening the door. She was wearing a pair of sweat pants and his North Carolina jersey, that she had never given back.
"I. . . . um. . . . wanted. . . .um. . . .to. . .see. . .um. . . .if. . . do you wanna go for a walk?" he managed, blushing.
"Sure," she said. "Lemme just grab my coat." Nadine ran and told Krystal and grabbed her coat. She closed the door behind her and Justin took her arm.
They walked around the block and Nadine spotted a playground across the street.
"Let's go!" said Nadine, running across the street. Justin had no choice but to run after her. He looked around the dark deserted park. There could be all kinds of muggers and murderers or rapists hiding here, he thought. He heard a giggle coming from slightly to his right. He climbed the ladder into the little playhouse.
"Nadine?" he said sweetly, his voice not betraying his exasperation. He heard another giggle coming from just beyond the bridge. He wished he had a flashlight or the park was better lighted. He walked across the bridge and stopped. He knew that she was close. He could hear her breathing. He walked forward and peered into the tunnel. A bit of streetlight filteres through one of the peepholes and he could see a huddled shape at the end of the tube.
"Nadine?" he asked cautiously. He didn't want to climb into a tube occupied by a murderer. The figure slowly moved toward him. It whimpered slightly. He didn't want to leave if it was a person or animal that had gotten hurt. He carefully climbed into the tube and found it pleasantly roomy, and he wasn't exactly a small guy.
He climbed fully into the tube and slowly touched the figure. It grabbed his arm and pulled him on top of it. Justin let out a startled. yelp. The figure underneath him was laughing so hard that tears were streaming out of its eyes.
"That wasn't funny!" Justin glared down at Nadine.
"Yes. . .it. . . .was!" she gasped out.
"No it wasn't! You almost gave me a heart attack!" he growled.
"Oh Justin," said Nadine, running her hand over his smooth face. "You're only 18, you can't have a heart attack. Besides," she said beginning to laugh again,"that look when I grabbed you was priceless!"
"I was startled when you grabbed me," Justin clarified. "But I was so scared when I couldn't find you," he admitted softly.
"You were?" she asked, shocked by his admittance.
"I was," he said before lowering his lips to hers. He parted her lips with the tip of his tongue. When Nadine moaned and flicked her tongue against his he pulled back slightly.
"Uh-uh," he said mockingly. "You were naughty, now this is your punishment." Nadine barely had time to draw in a breath before Justin's mouth was pressed over hers. He plundered her mouth with his tongue. He twined his fingers with hers and pulled her hands above her head. His lips traveled over every part of her face. Her forhead, her eyebrows, her eyes, her nose, her cheeks, her chin, and finally her lips again.
Justin released her hands and urged her body closer. Her arms clasped about his back. Justin settled himself in between her legs and pushed her coat off. He could feel her nipples pebbling against his jersey and his chest. Justin slowly and sensuously licked down her neck to the top of the jersey. He roughly pulled it off of, not caring if it ripped.
He gazed at the perfection of her rose tipped breasts for a moment, before burrying his face in their softness. His mouth closed over one nub of rigid flesh. Nadine moaned and pushed his head closer to her.
Justin found the waistband of her sweatpants and slowly pulled them down, inch by inch. Justin could only gaze at her rounded curves.
He leaned down and kissed her stomach. His tongue blazed a wet, fiery trail down lower. . . .
The first flick of his tongue inside of her sent Nadine reeling upward. She ended up hitting her head on the top of the tube, but she didn't care. She only cared about the feelings Justin was creating inside of her.
"Justin!" Nadine whimpered. "I need you inside me now!"
"Alright sweetheart," Justin said into her. He leaned back up and kissed her on the lips. Nadine almost gagged at the taste of her juices on Justin's lips but he didn't seem to notice. Justin pulled off his shirt and let Nadine have the honor of unbuckling his pants. Nadine reached inside and her eyes grew round when she felt how big he was. Nadine wasn't a virgin but she wondered if she could take all of that power moving inside of her.
Justin gave a gutteral groan at the touch of her fingertips on his shaft. He struggled to push his pants all the way down and rummaged through his pockets to find the condom he had brought with him. He rolled the condom on. Nadine spread her legs as far as she could in the narrow tube and Justin eased himself into her, inch by inch.
Nadine felt Justin stretching her to the limit. She could feel each of her powerful thrusts knocking on the door of her womb. Nadine hovered dangerously on the verge of conciousness and passing out. Justin angled his hips so that each of his thrusts, stroked the live ember burried in the dusky curls at the juncture of her thighs.
Suddenly a huge tidal wave broke over Nadine, leaving her writhing under Justin. He gave one final, incredibly satisfying thrust and collapsed on top of her panting. It was several minutes before either of them could find their voices.
"We better leave before a cop comes," said Nadine, shakily.
". . . .yeah. . . ." Justin panted, like an over exhausted dog. The slowly and lethargically got dressed and with their arms twined around each other, they slowly walked back to Nadine's apartment.
*****
"Well, you know," said Cara slurring her words, "you have the cutest little ass!" She squished Chris's cheeks between her hands.
"And you have the cutest little nose!" said Chris drunkenly, pinching her nose. They were making out heavily when Michelle came back out of the restroom. Her eyes were slightly red and Joey could tell that she had been crying.
"Are you OK?" he asked, when she had sat down.
"I'm fine. . .just. . . I'm sorry, I just got over a bad breakup," Michelle apologized.
"Hey it's OK," said Joey, doing his Bobby voice. Michelle couldn't help but laugh. She glanced over and couldn't help but notice Cara and Chris.
"They're drunk?" she asked surprised.
"Yeah, Chris never gets drunk," said Joey.
"Neither does Cara," Michelle said. "Maybe I should take her home," Michelle suggested.
"Yeah. He's gonna have one hell of a hangover tomorrow," said Joey. "It was great meeting you," Joey said, shaking her hand.
"It was nice meeting you too. I'm sorry about. . . ." she began.
"Don't worry about it," he said soothingly. "Here's my number he said handing her a folded piece of paper. "Call me tomorrow, we can do something."
"Thanks Joey," Michelle smiled. "I will." Joey dragged Chris off of Cara and Michelle dragged Cara away from Chris. Before they parted Joey made Michelle promise that she would call him tomorrow.
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