Guilty Pleasure
© 6/4/2001

I held her arms down, pinned above her head. I was kneeling at the top 
of the bed keeping her still. Her deep brown hair fanned out beneath 
me; her chocolate brown eyes reflected the moonlight, blinking slowly. 
Her olive skin glistened with a mixture of sweat and water. She was 
Nick's girlfriend, his lover. She was completely naked; writhing 
beneath Nick's every touch of her body. Between her spread legs was 
where my best friend Nick now sat, stroking her gently. She moaned 
softly, arching her back as Nick plunged a finger into her moist 
center.

I didn't exactly enjoy participating in my friend's encounters with his 
girlfriend, but Nick Carter had begged. Carlie Martinez enjoyed it. She 
and Nick had been dating for months and having been on tour with us, 
the two were virtually inseparable. And they were almost always going 
at each other. I remembered the night that Nick had asked me. It was 
after the first of a two-show stop in one of the many cities on the 
tour.

"Brian, can I talk to you?" he asked once we got back to the hotel.

"Sure, what's up?" I said, following Nick down the hallway.

"I was wondering if you could do me a favor," Nick said with a smirk.

"What kind of favor?" I had asked raising an eyebrow, uncertain of 
Nick's idea.

Nick coughed. "Um, could you help me with Carlie?" I kept my eyebrow 
raised at Nick's request. "I'd really like your help. AJ's busy and 
well, I don't really trust the other guys."

Not giving in, I asked, "What would I have to do?"

"Hold her down."

"Wait, wait, wait. Nick, you want me to hold down your woman while you 
screw her?"

"Yeah," Nick said, blushing.

"You know I can't. I've got Leighanne at home."

"I'm not asking you to participate, just help me. Carlie's not into all 
that dominating stuff, but she's a little weasel when it comes to 
teasing her. She won't hold still and she refuses to let me tie her up. 
Come on man. I don't want you to screw her, just hold her down, and 
keep her quiet." Nick grinned. "You know you wanna see her naked. We 
all did. I just got to her first."

Nick had been right. We all had wanted to see her naked. She had the 
most gorgeous body and she flaunted it constantly. As one of the stage 
managers, the rest of the crew tried to coax her to wear less revealing 
clothing, but she wouldn't do it. There was even a pool that had gone 
around about who would get to see her naked first. Of course we all had 
our ten bucks in, but it was Nick who collected the two grand. "Are you 
sure she's not going to have a problem with this?" I asked, as Nick 
draped an arm around my shoulder.

"Nah. I'm hoping it'll turn her on more," Nick said, leading me to his 
hotel room.

"What about Leighanne?"

"She doesn't need to know. And on top of that, it's not like you're the 
one screwing her. You're heart's with Leigh, we all know that."

I sighed. Rolling my eyes, I answered, "Alright."

"Great," Nick replied, opening the door.

That was last week. Now, I sat there, watching Nick launch his well-
planned assault on his girlfriend. It had surprised me when I had first 
met her that Nick and she were the same age. No wonder they gelled so 
quickly. Nick had struck up the friendship first. When he did that, I 
knew I was out ten bucks. Everyone had been trying to be sneaky about 
getting to see the beautiful Latina naked; some of the dancers trying 
to sneak into the shower with her and such, but it never worked. 
However, I knew Nick's plan would work. Having worked around her, I 
knew whom she favored. She liked Howie, the two having been caught 
talking in Spanish at times. But Howie was just a friend, nothing more. 
A man whom she shared a common bond of ethnicity with. The men she 
dated tended to be the blonde, blue-eyed type. If I hadn't been 
married, I would have been the one at the foot of the bed with her. She 
did try to come onto me in the beginning, but I quickly quieted her 
passion. Shaking her hand the first time, I noticed the way she looked 
at me. During a rehearsal shortly thereafter I made sure I grabbed a 
microphone from her with my left hand so she saw the ring. She did, and 
from then on, didn't even attempt a pass. In fact she had cornered me 
and told me she admired both my cousin Kevin Richardson and myself. She 
said she'd worked with a lot of rock stars since she was eighteen and 
had spent a better part of her life touring with her father. Most of 
the men she saw that had women throwing themselves at them didn't wear 
wedding bands, even though they had wives and children at home. Her 
father didn't even wear a wedding band, even though her mom was at home 
waiting for him to return.

Carlie, whose full name was Carlisa Therese Martinez, was moaning 
beneath me. I snapped myself out of my trance and locked eyes with my 
friend. He was maneuvering two fingers inside her, twisting, turning 
and thrusting into her. She arched her back, gasping for breath as Nick 
continued to torture her insides. I leaned down and covered her mouth 
with mine; engulfing one of her screams of ecstasy as Nick pushed her 
over the edge. Like Carlie, Nick was completely naked. I was still in 
all my clothes not wanting to tempt the little Latina. Nick had been 
correct when he had said she was a weasel. She moved all over the 
place. Sometimes it was hard to control her. And she wasn't the 
quietest person either. That was what made her a good stage manager. 
She knew how to use her voice, and the bedroom was no exception.

After a few orgasms, Nick removed his fingers from her, immediately 
sticking them in his mouth and sucking her juices off. "Oh Nicky," she 
moaned. "Why'd you stop? Brian don't make him stop," she said to me, as 
if I had been the one to stop the exchange.

"Baby, what do you want?" Nick asked, seductively, upon removing his 
fingers from his mouth.

"Fuck me," she said.

"What?" Nick asked, inching his way up her body. He climbed on top of 
her, placing his hands near mine, pinning her wrists above her head. I 
knew my work was done, so I got up from the bed and went to leave the 
room.

Carlie turned her head towards the door as I went to leave. "Don't go, 
Brian," she said. "Stay, por favor."

I stopped cold in my tracks. She wanted me to stay and watch Nick and 
her make love. I didn't want to do it. "I can't, Carlie," I told her, 
again turning my back on the two lovebirds.

"Please," she begged.

"Bri, it'd be okay," Nick said, turning to look at me. "It'd be like 
watching a porno."

Nick was right. It would be like watching a porno, live. I was the 
"good Christian boy" in the group, so I knew how wrong this was, but in 
the same instance, it was exhilarating. Every pastor I had ever talked 
to told me to resist temptation, no matter how exciting it may be. But 
this was one time I was finally going to give in. What was wrong with 
one little guilty pleasure every now and again? I sighed. Turning back 
towards the two naked young people, I sighed again.

Nick smiled and said, "Take a seat Bri." I did as he instructed, 
sitting in one of the chairs near the bed. The two quickly went back to 
their game, Nick kissing Carlie's neck and working his way down to her 
breasts. I watched as Nick circled his tongue around the hard nub of 
Carlie's left breast. He then snaked a trail over to her right one and 
repeated the action, all the while holding her hands above her head. He 
kissed his way back up to her lips, their mouths opening and tongues 
mingling together in the open air for a moment before diving into each 
other's mouths.

I watched as Carlie pulled her knees up, putting pressure on Nick's 
hips with her thighs. He quickly fulfilled her request by driving his 
fully erect penis deep into her core. As I watched the two of them 
moving in unison, trying to make the most of their time together. I 
felt my jeans stir, noticing the bulge growing in them. Nick's little 
run in was turning me on in the most extreme sense of the word. I 
closed my eyes listening to them moan and groan, their skin slapping 
together as Nick pounded his way into his lover. Unconsciously, I 
reached down and unhooked my jeans, giving myself some room to breathe. 
I heard Carlie moan, "Nicky," as she tightened her grip on his 
shoulders. I watched as Nick drove himself deep into his girlfriend one 
final time.

I felt the urge to masturbate welling deep within me. I seriously 
wanted to know what those thighs felt like around my body. I squeezed 
my eyes shut again, trying to will the urge to leave my body. I was not 
going to succumb to the temptation coursing through my veins. I had 
managed to survive this long on the tour without my beloved wife and I 
wasn't about to give in to desire. I sat there, clenching my fists, 
resting them on my knees. I was sitting there, trying my hardest not to 
give in, when I felt hands on me. My eyes snapped open as I felt a hand 
unzip my jeans and slip into my boxers. "Carlie, what are you doing?"

"Helping you," she whispered, slipping my manhood out of its cell and 
into the cool air of the hotel room.

I moved my hand to stop her, push her away, but Nick pinned my wrists 
to my knees. "Let her, Rok," he said in my ear. "She's good, trust me."

I tilted my head back to look into Nick's blue eyes. "It's not that I 
don't trust you..." I started to say as Carlie slipped her hand around 
me, massaging my length. "Leighanne," I whispered.

"She doesn't need to know," Nick said. Locking glances with my best 
friend, I saw him nod his head slowly at his girlfriend. I felt breath 
on my skin and looked down at her. She was kneeling before me, her lips 
mere inches from engulfing me. As much as I wanted it, I knew I 
couldn't allow this to happen. As beautiful as Carlie was and as much 
as the entire male staff wanted to screw her or have her suck them off, 
I knew I wasn't about to let my marriage dissolve for bragging rights. 
I stood up quickly, causing Carlie to fall back on her heels.

"I can't do this," I said out loud, scrambling to put myself back 
together.

"Brian, don't leave," Carlie pleaded.

"Sorry," I replied. "I just can't do this," I told her, touching her 
cheek before I headed towards the door. I stopped right before I opened 
the door. "Nick, we'll talk about this later." I then opened the door 
and slid outside, heaving a sigh of relief.