"Mmm..." she moaned with satisfaction. She began to work his shirt up and their lips parted so that so that she could take his shirt off. He then slid her shirt off and they began to kiss again.
He moved hid lips down to her neck and began to lightly suck. As he did that, she slide her hands all over his well toned body and her hands drifted to his pants. She undid the button and unzipped them. She pushed down his pants as he unclasped her bra. He pushed her down onto the bed and laid down next to her. He slide off her skirt and panties and resumed kissing her, but moving his lips down to her belly.
He stopped and opened the drawer next to the bed and pulled out a condom. Michelle slightly giggled as he set it down and took of his boxers. She could tell he was hard, but he didn't seem interested in foreplay. He began to roughly kiss her and entered her unexpectedly. She moaned in response as he pulled in and out of her. After she reached her climax, it appeared he did too. He took off the condom and threw it away.
"You can stay here tonight if you want to," he said and got under the covers.
"Okay," she said and also got under the covers. He didn't say another word after that and it appeared that he was asleep so she turned off the lights. She was about to fall asleep when the phone rang.
Justin woke up and bolted straight up in bed. He looked over to see if Michelle was asleep and she pretended to be so he picked up the phone, "Hello? Oh hey baby...Yeah, I miss you too...Oh really, That's wonderful. I'm happy for you...No honey, no I'm not busy, no...Yeah, I love you too. Bye," and with that he hung up the phone.
All Michelle could think about was that she got played. She couldn't believe it and was about to cry. After he fell back asleep, she put her clothes back on and went down to the lobby. "Where are your pay phones?" she asked the man at the front desk. He looked up and pointed to the right. "Thank you," she said quietly.
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I learned more about Chris then I ever thought possible. I think I'm starting to fall for him, but like he would ever like me. He has a beautiful girlfriend and probably wouldn't want to give her up. I looked at my watch. "Chris, it's almost 3:45. I have to get going," I said.
"Well, can I have your number?" he asked.
"Sure," I said as I pulled out a pen and scribbled in onto a napkin, "can I have yours?"
He nodded yes and wrote it down. "So you’re coming tomorrow right?" he asked.
"Sure," I said smiling. We began to walk down the stairs and into the now small crowd of dancing people. "Have you seen Michelle?" I asked.
"No, the last time I saw her was with... Uh oh," he said.
"What do you mean by uh oh?" I asked.
"I think Justin's getting laid," he said to no one.
"Yeah so?" I said.
"And I think Michelle's with him," he said cautiously.
"What?!?" I shouted, "she would never do that."
"Your right, she might not," he said, "but I think she is."
"Wonderful," I said sarcastically.
"If she is, you can meet up with her tomorrow," he said.
"Okay, I said as we walked through the door. We walked to my car and he said, "I'll see you tomorrow." He then leaned in and kissed me on my lips. I felt this emotion surge through my body. As soon as it started, it seemed, it ended. He smiled at me and walked back toward the club to find Joey. Every few feet, he would look back at me.
I took the keys out of my purse and opened the door. As soon as I opened the door, the car phone began to ring. I got in and picked it up. "Hello?" I said.
"Jen, it's me," Michelle sobbed into the phone.
"Michelle, where are you? That punk didn't hurt you did he?"
"No, but will you come and pick me up?" she asked and began to cry louder and harder into the phone.
"Yeah, but where are you?"
"At...The Hilton."
"Okay, I'm on my way," I said and hung up the phone.
I got there in record time and found Michelle curled up in a ball on one of the couches. "Come on, lets go home," I said gently.
She looked up at me with her tear stained face and stood up. I put my arm protectively around her as we walked out of the hotel and to my car. "Your going to be okay. He's just an asshole," I said as we reached my car.
"I know," she whispered and got in.
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