Chris pulled Tripetta closer to his body.
"I can't do it," he said.
"You have to. I'm not going to let you get hurt," said Tripetta. She slowly traced erotic circles on his naked chest.
"How could I do that? No. I'm not doing it." Of course they were talking about Chris's task.
CK~Cheat on Tripetta
"We both slept with other people before we got together," she pointed out. She sighed. "This is like that movie with Robert Redford and Demi Moore and Woody Harrelson. Indecent Proposal."
"Except we don't get anything out of this."
"We get to live."
"Tripetta. . ." he began, "Who can even say that nothing will happen? Even if nothing happens this time. . .the task may be harder next time."
"I love you," she whispered. "And that's why you should do it."
"I don't want to."
"Well you're going to!" she snapped and turned away from him.
He could hear her sniffling quietly. Chris placed his hand on her shoulder.
"I'll do it," he said softly. "I don't want to but I will." She pressed her face into his chest.
"Good. Let's not fight anymore."
"I don't want to do this to you. . ."
"We are going to forget about it. After it happens we'll just go on like it never happened."
"Yeah," whispered Chris. But would they?
"Oh God!" whimpered September. "I have nothing to wear!"
"You could wear a potato sack and Lance will still think that you are gorgeous," said Jamie.
"Red or black?" asked September, holding up two very nice dresses.
"Red is his favorite color. Isn't it?" said Jamie, looking at a magazine.
"Right," September took the dress off the hanger and ran into the bathroom. She stepped out a moment later.
"WooHoo!" said Jamie. "You look Hott!" September blushed and tried to pull it up higher.
"No don't do that! It looks good the way it is!" scolded Jamie.
September slowly walked over to the mirror. Her eyes grew round as her reflection stared back at her.
"I don't like it! I have to change!" she said frantically.
"Too late! He's at the door!" said Jamie, bounding down the stairs to answer the door. September reluctantly teetered down the stairs on her high heels.
Lance was talking to Jamie when he saw September.
"Wow," he exhaled slowly.
September may not have liked the dress but Lance did. It was a dark red, the color of cranberries. It had no sleeves, straps, or anything. Her creamy, white shoulders were exposed along with an enticing amount of cleavage. The dress flowed to just above her knees. Her legs were sheathed in gauzy, shimmering white stockings. To top it all off she had on a pair of matching high heels.
"Wow," he repeated.
"Hi," said September shyly.
Lance wrapped his arm around her slender waist. His fingers were confronted with the tantalizing feel of velvet.
"Ready to go?" he asked, wanting to take her someplace very secluded.
She nodded her head and waved to Jamie as Lance's car sped away.
"I was going to take you out to dinner. But I have a better idea," he said.
They seemed to drive for hours but finally Lance stopped the car. He got out and walked around to her side. He opened her door and helped her out.
Lance took her hand and led her down some stone steps. He was carrying a blanket under one arm. September knew that he had brought her to the beach but she had no idea what he had in mind.
"Hold on," she said. They stopped and September pulled off her shoes. "They hurt my feet," she explained. He smiled and they continued down the steps.
They finally reached the beach and Lance spread the blanket on the soft sand. He pulled her down next to him as they watched the sunset.
He leaned in and brushed his lips over hers. Her lips were soft and warm and more than ready to be kissed. He traced the shape of them with his tongue before gently sucking on her upper lip. September moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck. Since they had been going out September had received many more kisses and had gotten very good at the art of making out.
Lance brushed her soft curls away from her neck and trailed his lips over the pulse at her throat. He groaned deep in his throat when he realized two things. That she tasted better than she smelled, like vanilla, the most potent of aphrodisiacs. And secondly, because she wasn't wearing a bra.
September felt Lance lowering her back onto the blanket. She pushed him away and swept her eyes over the secluded beach.
Lance's mind and hormones came to a screeching halt. He tried to think of reasons why she wouldn't want to finish what they had started. Were they moving too fast? Had he scared her?
"Will anyone find us here?" she whispered. Lance smiled.
"Don't worry. No one will find us," he murmured as his lips returned to her throat.
Mariette walked out of the bathroom and dried her eyes. She smiled tremulously at JC, who was watching tv in bed. He held out his arms and Mariette went into them willingly.
"I really wanted a baby," she snuffled into his chest.
"I guess we aren't ready for that," he said as he stroked her hair.
"Yeah," she sighed and closed her eyes. Dreaming of the blue eyed baby that she might never have.
Chris scanned the crowded nightclub. He just wanted to do this quickly and get it over with. He felt someone tap his shoulder and he turned around.
"OMIGOD!" she said with youthful exuberance. "Are you Chris from *NSYNC?"
He sighed. "Yeah. I am."
"OMIGOD! I am like your hugest fan!" The girl couldn't have been anymore than twenty.
She had frizzy bleach blond hair and clear blue eyes. She was thin and generously endowed and very pretty. But she wasn't Tripetta.
"Thanks," he said. "Would you like an autograph?"
"OMIGOD! Could I?" she asked. "My name's Heather!"
"Well it's very nice to meet you Heather," said Chris, signing a napkin. I guess you already know who I am."
"OMIGOD! Thank you so much!" she said when he handed the napkin to her.
"Hey wanna dance?" he asked casually. He had a feeling that this was going to be easier than he thought.
"OMIGOD! I'd love to!" She grabbed his arm and pulled him onto the dance floor, where she immediately began to grind into him.
Heather got closer and closer and wrapped her arms around his neck. Practically thrusting her boobs into his face. Chris thought that she looked more than willing to comply with what he was about to suggest.
"Do you wanna go to a hotel or something?" he asked.
"OMIGOD! I thought that you'd never ask!" she laughed, as the walked out of the club.
"I was so sure that I was pregnant," Mariette said. "I even got all those pregnancy books and I have like all the symptoms. . .except the hemorrhoids."
"I guess it was just a fluke thing," JC said.
"But I was so sure! I didn't get my period for a month! I had all the pregnant symptoms! Then I had to go and get my period!"
"You're so young Mariette. We have plenty of time to have kids. Don't you wanna enjoy yourself while you can?" he asked.
"No! With this whole crazy thing going on how do we know that we'll live? We might as well try now," she said. "Wouldn't you want to have the Chasez name passed on?"
"God Marie!" he groaned. "You're making it sound like we're the last two people on earth! I have a brother, the name will probably continue. . .and we are not going to die! We're gonna have lots of babies! Just not so young!"
"OK fine," she sulked. "I just wanted. . ."
"Why are you so eager to have a baby so young?" he asked her.
"I've never really had anybody. My parents have each other, Jamie has September, and you have your career. . .I always felt kinda left out."
"Do you think that I would rather be in *NSYNC than be with you?" asked JC incredulously. "If I had a choice between the music and you. . .God. . .there's no question there! As much as I love music I love you a billion times more!"
"I know, but you aren't here very much. And then when you went on tour, I'd always have a little bit of you here with me," she shrugged.
"Don't worry Marie. Everything will work itself out. I promise," he said kissing her nose.
Lance's lips traveled down her throat, to the top of her dress. September ran her hands over his muscled back. Small little noises were escaping her throat.
Lance moved his hands down her back and then up again, fumbling with the clasp of the dress. He finally managed to get it undone and push it slowly off of her. For a moment he was silent, just taking in the beauty of her body. She reached her arms back out to him. He gathered her against his warm body.
"Are you sure you want this?"
In response September wrapped her hand around his neck and pulled his lips down to hers. Their tongues entwined and Lance's hands pushed her dress completely off.
His hands skimmed down her body and gently cupped her breasts. Her skin was warm and soft under his palms. Her nipples hardened when his hands came into contact with them.
Lance's lips flowed down her throat to her breasts. His mouth closed over one rigid nub of flesh.
"Oh Lance!" whispered September.
Lance continued to gently suck and lick at her breasts, paying special attention to her nipples. His mouth moved lower and licked her firm stomach. He sucked her skin and dipped his tongue into her navel. He gently bit around her stomach, causing September to moan even more. Lance had a thing for stomachs.
September's hands worked his slate blue turtleneck out of his khakis and over his head. She ran her trembling fingers over every inch of exposed flesh. Lance sucked in his breath when her fingers caressed his nipples. He shimmied up her body until his lips once again covered hers.
"September? Do you wanna stop baby?" he asked.
"No!"
He chuckled.
"Are you sure that you wanna do this? Are you ready?"
"I've been ready for my entire life and I've never been more sure of anything in my entire life." She kissed him deeply and his hands skimmed over her body coming to rest on her shapely hips.
His fingers hooked themselves into the waistband of her lacey white panties and slowly pulled down, her garter belt going with it. His fingers slipped in between her slim thighs, resting over her sex.
She arched into him, trying to feel more of his palm on her naked flesh. He obliged and ran a finger over the opening to her body. September cried out and Lance pulled his finger away.
"Am I hurting you?" he asked.
"Nooooooo," she moaned, when he returned his hand to her body.
His finger dipped inside of her and felt the evidence of her desire. Lance's fingers slowly moved in and out of her, making sure that she was ready for him. He felt her tightening around his finger and he withdrew. September's eyes flew open.
"Why'd you stop?"
"Because I can't wait any longer to get inside of you, baby," he replied huskily.
He practically ripped his khakis off and settled his weight in between her legs. He slowly eased himself inside of her body, wanting her to adjust to him. When he reached the barrier of her virginity, he stopped.
"This is gonna hurt a bit," he said.
"That's OK, I've waited my entire life for this, for you," she said as he pushed into her tight body.
He captured her cry in his lips and waited for the tension to leave her body. When he sensed that she was ready he slid his hands under her buttocks and lifted her closer to him. He gently eased himself out and in, wanting to go slowly because it was her first time.
September surprised him though, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. She moaned into his neck at the powerful sensations his lovemaking was creating inside of her.
Lance felt her tightening around him. She felt like a velvet vice squeezing him into the most powerful orgasm of his life. He lay ontop of her. He felt drained, but complete. He had never felt this wonderful.
September brushed his sweaty hair off of his forehead. She kissed him softly.
"I love you," she whispered.
"I love you too," he said, sitting up slightly.
"OMIGOD!" September suddenly said, sitting up.
"What? What's wrong?" asked Lance anxiously. This was a great time to be getting second thoughts, he said to himself.
"We didn't use a. . . a condom!" she said.
Her blue eyes filled with tears and began to fall down her rosy cheeks. Lance kissed them away and laughed.
"I don't see how you think that something like this can be funny!" she said.
"I used one," he said.
September stopped crying and felt a blush spread over her entire body.
"Oh," she mumbled, under her breath. She was completely embarrassed.
"You're so cute," whispered Lance against her lips. "Come on, let's go swimming!" he said.
"But I don't have a bathing suit!"
"We can go skinny dipping!"
"N. . .naked?"
"Yeah. . .you can't go skinny dipping with your clothes on!"
"But. . .but. . ." she sputtered.
"Don't tell me you're shy after what we just did!" he said, beginning to laugh.
It might have been an inopportune moment to laugh but he couldn't help himself. He had never felt so wonderfully complete in his entire life and September was just too damn cute. She blushed.
"Awww, don't get upset!" he said. He buried his face in her sweet smelling curls. "If you don't want to go swimming that's OK."
"Excuse me?" she asked getting up.
The last rays of the setting set hallooed her body. She laughed and ran into the foamy waves. She splashed some crystal droplets into the air.
"Are you coming?" she called.
He was.
Heather pulled Chris into the hotel room and pushed him down on the bed. She began to savagely kiss him.
This chick wastes no time! he thought to himself.
Heather straddled him and began to rip his shirt off. Chris mentally kicked his own ass. If he had gotten drunk he wouldn't have to remember this.
Heather had already managed to get his shirt off and started on his pants. He reached up to stop her but accidentally grabbed her boob.
"OMIGOD!" she yelled. "That felt so good!" Chris groaned at his mistake.
"No!" he said, pushing her off of him.
"OMIGOD!" she said. "What the hell is your problem?"
"I've cheated on my girlfriend," he said.
He had kissed her and technically that was cheating so. . .he really didn't have to do anything else.
"OMIGOD! You bastard! You little faggot ho!" she said and slapped him across the face.
"Sorry," he mumbled as she ran out of the room. He quickly got his clothes back on and went home to Tripetta.
