(Wednesday)
Denise and Whitney sat at the kitchen table talking. Some of the tension between the two had eased, and she was finding some stuff out about Justin that could come in handy. Right now, Whitney was telling her of how she had met Justin, and Denise had to admit it was pretty humerous.
"When I first saw him, my head thought 'It's Justin from the Mickey Mouse Club'. Somehow I got the courage up to go talk to him, and let me say..Justin hasn't always been the way he is now."
Denise's eyebrows showed confusion. "What do you mean? How has he changed."
"Justin at the age of 14 was a sight. He thought he was the hottest thing. His eyes looked me over, and his lips curled into this thing on his face..ugh I mean I don't know how to explain it to you. He said some things, and well to make the story short..he ended up leavin that party with fruit punch all down his shirt."
She couldn't help but laugh. "Justin, the Justin I'm dating right now..was self centered? I would have never have guessed that in a million years!" She said, her voice full of sarcasm.
Whitney's eyes were sparkling. "Oh, I do have to say..he's changed a lot. I mean the boy knows he's still hot, but I swear he thought he was a God back then."
"I don't understand how that meeting has made you such good friends like you are now."
"Oh, it took time. We kept having all these run ins, and we finally decided to try and be somewhat friendly to each other. I guess we came to find out we had a lot more in common than we thought. Heh, he just hated the fact that I could kick his ass at basketball."
Denise laughed. "He sure thinks he's hot stuff out on the court. I know the first time I played him, and beat him.. I thought he'd never stop whinning. I have to admit...I loved that feeling."
Just then, Justin and Jc walked through the door, and Justin was carring a basketball. "You love what feeling?" he asked, grabbing a bottle of water.
"I love the feeling of knowing that I can kick your ass at basketball. That's the greatest feeling in the world."
He snickered. "Sure it is...you didn't say that last night, baby."
Jc held up his hands. "Please spare us this story."
Justin looked over at him, and gave him a so-what look. "Man, you and Whitney may not talk about it, but damn can we hear you guys. I swear!"
Jc's face blushed red, and Whitney couldn't help but laugh at him. "We aren't really that loud, are we?" he asked, looking at her, his eyes dancing.
She nodded her head. "We must be, cause that's what they all say to me. Hell, it's not my fault Jc," she said, winking at him. She didn't let her eyes leave his body as she spoke. It was a hot day outside, and he had removed his tee shirt in hopes of being cooler. His chest was well defined, and the muscles in it were absolutely sexy. They were glistening with sweat, and he looked down right deadly to her at that moment. In all honesty, if Denise and Justin weren't in the room, she'd probably done thrown him down on the table.
Denise had noticed the way that Whitney had looked over Jc, as she had done with Justin. He had also taken his shirt off, and his stomach should be bronzed and saved. It was so perfect..and that boy's arms. She loved the way they were now slick with sweat. True, stinky and sweating guys were a huge turn off, but something about him then and there got to her. He caught her eyes going over him, and he smiled. His eyes came to have an evil tint to them, and she knew he was definatetly up to something.
He kept walking to her, and when he reached her, she held her breath awaiting what he was going to do. She felt a rush of excitement run through her body, as he leaned his tall body down so that he was now eye level with her. His voice came out low, so that only she could hear it.
"Do you like what you see, baby?"
His breath tickled her ear, and she shivered. The boy had some major sex appeal at that moment. "Oh,..um.umm.."
He laughed lightly, and kissed her ear. "You wanna head upstairs?"
She nodded her head dumbly and the two practically ran upstairs.
Jc laughed "They so remind me of me and you when we first got together. We couldn't keep our hands off of each other."
Whitney stood up, and walked towards him. Her hands slid over his chest, and she felt him slightly tremble at her touch. She smiled, and looked up into his eyes. " I think we're still like that," she said, kissing his lips softly, and the pulling away to look at him again.
He had set his water down, and his hands were now pulling at her, bring her against his body. His eyes were blazing for her, and she smiled. She had him right where she wanted him.
"Um..yeah..we're still like that..umm..yeah whatever you say..." he said, his voice coming out ragged. He began to walk backwards, while she was still pressed against him. His lips descended down to met hers, and his hands ran up and down her back, telling her that he wanted more.
Her fingers dove into his hair, pulling his mouth closer, if possible. She felt herself being picked up, and almost laughed when she saw that she was on the counter. His lips left hers, and moved down her neck. She tilted it, allowing him to continue teasing the sensitive skin. Her hands were still in his hair, eding him to continue the attack on her neck.
She groaned when she felt his tongue lick the dip in her throat, and she swallowed hard to keep from losing all control.
Jc's hands found the edge of her shirt, and eagerly fumbled with it to get it off. He slipped it off her head, throwing it aside. He brought his lips back up to hers, and he licked her lips lightly, letting her know that he wanted in.
She opened her lips slightly, and her own tongue met hers for a brief moment. They pulled apart when they heard a whistle ring out through the kitchen. Jc turned around to see Lance and Stephanie standing there, with huge smiles on their faces.
Jc groaned, and turned back to look at Whitney who was in the process of putting her shirt back on. He frowned, and she patted his head to let him know it was ok.
Lance couldn't help but laugh. Here was his friends, all flushed and excited, and they had looks of just being caught with their hands in the cookie jar. "You guys...um..sorry to ahem interrupt. We didn't know that we were going to walk in and find an airing of the Whitney and Jc Get It On show being taped. So sorry," he said, turning to look at Stephanie, who was finding it hard to control her laughter.
"Steph, if you say anything..I swear, I'll spill some of the things that you have told me," Whitney said, as she hoped off the counter.
Stephanie held her hands up, and turned to leave the room. "These lips are sealed.," she said, as Lance followed behind her.
Whitney turned to look at Jc, and something caught her attention. Her smile wasn't something she could hide. Her voice came out low and Jc almost through her back on the counter. "Baby, please don't shoot," she said, winking at him.
Jc's eyes looked down at where she was looking, and he couldnt help but blush. "I um..."
She grabbed his hand, and pulled him out of the kitchen. "What you need is a cold shower buddy."
(Meanwhile with Denise and Justin)
Justin's hands found her hair, and he ran his fingers through it. His mouth continued the assault on hers, he groaned in her mouth when her tongue found his. He was completly gone at the moment, and there was no way that he wanted to stop.
His pushd her back on the bed, and quickly joined her. Her hands ran along his shoulders, and she felt them tense up at her touch. She knew she had him, and she couldn't help but smile. His mouth left hers, and placed wet kisses on her neck, sucking gently at it.
Her nails dug into his back, and she leaned her head back, trying to get him the message that he was killing her very slowly.
She didn't care though. If this was what dying was like, she could care less. She needed him at the moment, and she couldn't help but groaning when his hand lightly touched her right breast. Her hips were moving against him, and she didn't know how much more she could take before she through him on his back and took over. His lips trailed back up to meet hers, while his hands hurriedly unbottoned her white shirt. The only time his lips left hers was to remove it and throw it on the floor.
His hands made their way down to her stomach. They flattened out against her, and moved up to gently touch her breasts. That was the breaking point for her, she pushed on him, and rolled him over so that she was now on top. Her hands moved down to pull the waistband of his shorts down, but he stopped her. She looked up at him with surprise, and she had to smile at his sly smile.
His voice came out low and husky. "Slow down baby, its so much better," he said, pulling her flat against him. His lips moved over hers again, his hands moved down her body to grasp her butt. She squealed slightly in his mouth, and he couldn't help but chuckle.
He rolled her back over, and was about t unbotton her shorts, when his cell phone rang. Denise thought she was honestly going to scream. "Justin, don't get it," she said, urging him to continue with her eyes.
It worked, and his lips returned. His hands fumbled with the button, and finally undid it. The phone wouldn't stop ringing. He stopped, and turned to look at it. He gave her an apologetic smile, and reached up to answer it. He took a deep breath before speaking. "Hello?"
"It's mom," his mom said on the other line.
"Hey mom," he said, rolling away from Denise. He ran a hand throug his hair, and turned to look at what she was doing. She had pulled herself up, so that she was sitting on the edge of the bed. He smiled, and turned his attention back to his mom.
"Justin, I was just going to tell you that if you don't have plans Friday, I'm coming to see you for the weekend. I'm going to bring Jon too...that is if its ok."
He nodded his head. "It's fine. I haven't seen you guys in a while."
Denise turned her attention to what he was saying. She caught the last little bit of the conversation. "Yeah,..uh huh..I can't wait for you to meet her. She's a great girl..yeah Whitney's fine..uh huh I'll tell her you said hi....ok I'll see you Friday...love you to..bye," he said hitting the off button. He turned to look at her, and his smile went away.
"I'm so sorry baby, but I had to answer it..."
She smiled reasuringly. "It's ok..I can wait until later," she said, reaching for her shirt. She turned to face him, and couldn't help but laugh at the next thing to come out of his mouth.
"Do you think Jc and Whitney made it to their room, or..do you think they're on the counter right now?"
"Definately the counter," she said, as she opened to door, and walked out. Justin was right behind her, and couldn't help but laugh too.