“I know exactly what I’m doing, Justin. And I’m doing it to you,” Renee purred against his neck. The truth was, she wasn’t drunk at all. She’d only had one drink, but it was the only one Justin had seen her with, and she managed to convince him it was her fifth, and she was damn good at acting drunk. She just wanted to see how he would react to her pushing.
“No, you don’t,” he argued again, trying to push her away.
“Look,” Renee grabbed Justin’s wrists and slammed his hands down over his head. “Right now, you are mine. I don’t want Lance; I never wanted Lance,” Okay, so part of it was a lie. “I wanted you. Shouldn’t I get to choose who I want to go out with?”
“Yeah, but--” Justin was silenced by Renee’s hand.
She released his wrists and sat up, straddling his body just below his waist. As she relaxed her arms, the straps of the tank top she had just changed into slid down her arms. She shrugged to hitch them back into place, the movement making her rock gently in her makeshift seat.
Justin’s eyes shot wide open. He could feel himself getting excited, and he knew he had no control over it. However, Lance could come in at any minute.
“Uh, Renee,” he rasped. “What if, uh, Lance comes looking for you?”
Renee slowly rose and made her way to the door. Without looking, she gave a simple flick of her fingers, locking the door. “Problem solved,” she said, and came back to the bed.
She took off Justin’s shoes, and traced her hands up the inside of his legs, pulling herself over him. She slowly rubbed her hands over the bulge forming in his pants. When Justin responded with something of a grunt mixed with a groan, Renee smiled at him, “Like that?”
“Yes...no!” Justin quickly covered his mistake. “No, I don’t. You’re my best friend’s girlfriend, and you’re drunk.”
“Hmm...that may be, but I don’t see anyone here but me and you. And if I don’t get some lovin’ soon, I’m going to be one upset girly-girl.”
Justin’s stomach tightened. Come on. You’ve waited weeks for this. She’s trying to take advantage of you. Just let it happen. So you fought back. It didn’t work. If she happens to get her way, she started it. Oh God, Justin’s shirt fell open and Renee ran her hands over his muscular chest and torso. He reached for her hips to pull her closer.
No! his conscience screamed at him. You can’t! You could lose a best friend over this. And if that fight gets too vicious, it could hurt the group. Leave her alone. He pulled his hands away. Just then Renee slithered out of her tank top, revealing the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra, exposing her breasts.
All control left Justin’s body then, as he roughly grabbed Renee and pulled her down on top of him, his mouth meeting hers. She responded easily, sliding her hands in between their bodies to unbutton Justin’s slacks. In turn, he located the zipper up the back of Renee’s pants, and never had he opened a zipper faster. They were now frantically pulling at each other’s clothes, breathing heavily against each other’s lips. Justin felt himself throbbing, aching to be inside Renee.
“Renee!” Justin gasped as she stroked her hand along his length. “You know I’m not gonna stop you.”
“Counting on it,” Renee continued to move her hand in an up and down motion, stopping only when she felt Justin on the brink of an explosion. From here she positioned herself so that she was hovering just above him, and slowly, slowly, sank down on him.
Identical gasps from both marked the moment Justin entered Renee. Renee’s was just from pleasure; Justin’s was a mixture of pleasure, shock, and realization that his friend was not the virgin he thought her to be. Physical need and a hormonal surge controlled Justin’s body, as he seized Renee by the hips and flipped over, so now he was on top. He thrust himself deeper and deeper within the confines of her body, and now Renee was the one rendered powerless to stop it. After a minute she began to respond, bucking against him, and the two rocked together in a rhythmic pattern.
Feeling a climax brewing inside her, Renee locked her legs more tightly around Justin’s waist, and whispered his name.
“Yeah?” he asked in a ragged voice.
“Please...I’m almost there...harder,” she begged and instructed him on what to do to make her orgasm, and judged that by the look on his face, he was about to go too.
The second Justin felt Renee’s muscles tighten around him, it was over. He couldn’t hold out any longer. He felt the warm liquid ooze from his body, heard Renee cry out. She called out his name again and again and Justin silenced her with his kiss. Lips touching, the two shuddered together, and then Justin’s head collapsed on Renee’s shoulder.
“Oh my God,” he sighed, withdrawing himself from Renee’s body. This action caused one more cry from Renee, and she tenderly touched his face, his chest, his stomach, as he shifted himself so that he was lying on his side next to her.
Keeping a hand possessively on her stomach, Justine murmured in her ear, “You know that was a bad idea. Good as it felt, we shouldn’t have done it.”
Groaning inwardly, Renee replied, “I know, and I don’t give a shit. All that matters is it felt good. If it felt good, it was right.”
“But Renee--”
“No buts, Justin. Unless of course, you swing that way. This isn’t about Lance, or what we should or shouldn’t have done. We did what we did for a reason. Obviously we still have some feelings for each other that haven’t gone away,” Renee sat up.
“And so what are we supposed to do? You break up with Lance and go out with me? Haven’t we tried this before? And what was the conclusion? Oh yeah --didn‘t work!” Justin reached for his clothes and began to put them back on. He had slowly come to realize Renee’s drunken state was an act, which upset him more than what they had just done. It was like she was testing him or something.
“Well, what do you want?” pulling the sheet and wrapping it around herself, Renee jumped up from the bed. “What do you want from me? Sure, I like Lance, but I liked you too. I thought I’d be happier with Lance, but that’s not the case. I want you, Justin. I always have.”
To hear Renee make such a statement, now that he knew she was sober, really hit Justin hard. He’d always known how he felt for her, no matter how he tried to hide it from himself. And he knew there had, at least once, been feelings for him inside her. But he also had to deal with the fact that she was with Lance. Justin had believed Renee had abandoned all longing for him and transferred it to Lance.
However, this statement blew that idea right out of the water.
“W-What?” Justin felt himself stumbling back a step or two. “But I-I thought you--”
“What? You thought I liked only Lance the whole time? Lance liked me. I wanted you from the second you answered the door --the second I met you. Then, after I met Lance, I found I liked him a little too. And then you had the fight, and you gave up on us, and Lance was willing to work for a relationship. So I went with that. Then I started to realize I wasn’t quite satisfied. He told me he loved me -twice- and I couldn’t say anything back. You know why?” Renee’s eyes flashed.
“Why?” Justin choked out.
“Because I don’t love him. I love you.”
For the second time that night, something that came out of Renee’s mouth knocked Justin flat on his ass. He ran a hand through his platinum curls. He was only seventeen years old. Yeah, he wanted her. He liked her, wanted to go out with her and all, and sure, sex was good. He could deal with her just wanting him, but love? He never even imagined love was involved. The only thing he knew about the kind of love Renee was talking about was basically JC and Melissa. His parents had gotten divorced, so they obviously did something wrong. Granted, they’d each gotten remarried, but that didn’t mean those marriages would work out either. JC and Melissa were the only people Justin had ever met who were truly in love with each other, even if it took them forever to figure it out. What they had was unbelievable, and he just wasn’t seeing that between Renee and himself. He didn’t understand how Renee could feel this strongly about him.
Quite frankly, it scared him.
He gaped at Renee, who stared back for a second before picking up her own clothes. She pulled her tank top over her head.
“So you’re speechless on that one?” she asked, almost teasingly. “I didn’t mean to like, put you on the spot or anything. I just wanted you to know.” She leaned down to pick up the sheet she had dropped on the floor, giving Justin a clear view down her shirt, rousing his excitement.
Within an instant, Justin was upon her again. “I love you, too,” he told her, not knowing if it was true or not, nor caring. At that moment his only concern was to have her again. He’d sort out his feelings later. Sliding his arms around Renee’s waist, Justin kissed her softly, then with more urgency. She responded easily. Justin lowered them both onto the bed.
A few minutes later they were surfing a wave of pleasure, only to be interrupted by a knock at the door. Before they could even think to react, before they could pull apart or tell whoever it was to go away, the door opened.
“OH! Jesus Christ!” the voice that belonged to the intruder screamed and the person backed out, slamming the door closed again.
A moment of silence passed in the room, as the two occupants took a second to register in their brains what had just happened.
Justin heaved a sigh and moved off of Renee, allowing her to pull the sheet up the her chin, and him to cover up. “The word is knock, Chris. It’s simple.”
“Well, I was not expecting to find you making mad whoopie in there. All I have to say is Lance. But it’s not my business, so you young whippersnappers can do whatever or whoever it is you want.”
“That’s right, it’s not your business, so why don’t you just---” Justin had pulled on his pants and now flung open the door with such force that Chris almost lost the arm of which the hand gripped the doorknob. When this happened, Chris interrupted.
“I’m just rounding everybody up to say we’re probably leaving soon. We just had a Melissa-JC-Kat thing that I’m spent from, I’m sure JC’s worn out from that, he’s also tanked, and he just threw up all over Joe.”
“That must’ve been pretty funny.”
“Yes, well, it would have been, except Joe’s wasted too. He’s been wasted. Except, the man can hold his liquor, so he should be passed out now, but he’s alive and kicking. Kicking JC’s ass probably presently, as when JC hurled on him, his first reaction was one of aggression. Them being together, wasted, is not a good thing. I just took Melissa home and JC was gone a little bit already, and when I came back, he was mopping the floor with his own head. The man can barely walk, and after the regurgitating episode, I decided it was time to go. So I told them to get ready to go, and JC answered by throwing up again. Joe’s drunk ass took him to the bathroom, so I’ll have to go get them. Now here I am, trying to tell you that we’re going, and for some reason, unbeknownst to me, you’re undressed and what-not...and you should be so lucky that it wasn’t Lance knocking at your door,” Chris enlightened Justin and Renee, in the most verbose way possible, of what had went on while they had been shacked up together.
“Where is Lance now?” Justin wanted to know.
“Well, Lance is...I don’t quite know where Lance is at the moment,” Chris shrugged.
“I’m right here, Chris. Why, you looking for me?” the deep southern drawl that could only belong to one person sounded from a few yards away.