Hidden Attraction
by Vina
(((((((( Hidden Attraction )))))))))
Have you ever lied to yourself so much that you started believing what
you said was true? I do it all the time. Constantly telling myself that
I'm not attracted to Justin, just to make myself feel better. It was
always "He's not my type," or "I don't go for younger guys" or
something
along those lines. But the truth always comes out, one way or
another...
Justin and I made our way down the dark hallway. Reaching the door
to
my apartment, I searched my purse for my keys. "Damn, I really need to
take some of this stuff out. My whole life is in here," I mumbled. I
continued digging inside my purse, finding everything except for what I
needed. "Shit! Did I lose them?"
Justin shrugged his shoulders. "I guess we'll have to wait until
Lance
gets home." He leaned against the door and made himself comfortable in
the corridor.
"You don't have to wait with me, he should be here soon. I'll be
fine."
"I know, but it wouldn't be civil to leave you out here alone, let
me
keep your company."
I stood next to him and smiled. "Ok, thanks. And thanks for giving
me
a ride home, too. I don't know where Lance is... but I appreciate your
help." Looking at him,
I realized that Justin had matured. His face had grown more
masculine, but he still had that baby face. He developed more muscles,
he had grown taller, and his voice had deepened just a little. He
wasn't
just cute anymore, he was sexy. I kissed his cheek on sudden impulse.
Realizing that I had kept my lips there a little too long, I backed
away
slowly.
He turned to me, his eyes twinkling in the dimly lit foyer. He
cupped
my face gently and kissed me, urging his tongue inside my mouth.
Moments
passed until we parted lips. He softly replied, "You're welcome." I
licked my lips, savoring the taste of him, and secretly wanting to
taste
him more.
"Um, maybe you should go.. We don't want to get caught doing-" he
interrupted me.
"Sshhh, don't hide it, Lisa," he whispered. I raised an eyebrow and
looked at him, but remained silent. "I know you feel it too. What do
you
do when I'm not there?"
I answered meekly, "I don't know what you mean." Justin grabbed my
waist and pulled me in front of him. With my back toward him, I could
only imagine his facial expression. He rubbed his hand down my thighs
and grabbed the bottom of my skirt, pulling it up slightly.
"Do you play the music low, and burn your candles? Touching
yourself,
pretending that you're me..." His palms ventured up the back of my
shirt,
unhooking my bra. The contrast of his warm hands against my cold skin
and gave me
goose bumps. Still inside my shirt, Justin's fingers traveled to my
breast, groping and teasing my nipples with his thumb.
"Tell me," I added fuel to the fire. "Tell me what else I do..." I
shook my ass against his crotch, it hardened immediately. I spread my
legs slightly and my skirt rose.
His tongue licked the back of my neck, down to my collarbone and up
to
my ear. "You think of me with toys and things inside you," he hissed,
"Wishing your hands we're mines... Am I right, Lisa?"
I nodded.
"No, I want an answer, I want you to say it... Tell me what you do."
I finally realized where we were and what we were doing. A hallway of
my apartment building. A hallway full of doors and peep holes. I
moaned,
"Justin, I can't-"
Before I could complain any further, I felt Justin's right hand slip
inside my underwear, making a direct trail to my sensitive spot. My
mind
raced with thoughts of getting caught; of someone telling Lance; of
having Justin inside of me. I ceased to complain and pulled my skirt up
to my waist, and slid my panties off completely. He cradled my waist
and
turned me around, quickly pushing me to the wall. My cheek pressed
against the cold vertical surface, I waited eagerly for Justin's next
move. With his fingers still inside of me, he unbuckled his pants with
his left hand. As he removed his pants, his sultry voice teased my
soul,
"Yes, you can. Do you wish I was there, killing you softly? Do you?" He
let his pants drop freely and with his free hand, hiked my leg up to
allow him easier access.
His bulge rubbed against my ass, and I begged, "Oh God, Justin,
please..."
"Please what?"
"Please fuck me, baby, Don't tease..." And my wish was granted with
one powerful movement. His swelling cock entered me and I took him in
completely. I scratched the walls with my nails, wishing for something
to grab on to. I don't know if it was the paranoia of being caught, or
if someone was really watching, but I began to hear things; and
something clicked inside of me. If they wanted to watch, then they
wanted a show. And if they wanted a show, they needed dialogue. "Talk
to
me, Justin. Tell me how much I want you."
He pulled my leg up further, urging a soft squeal out of me. His
pounds were constant, but rougher. His index and middle finger rubbed
over my clitoris, giving me blissful sensations from the waist down.
And
he told me the things that I thought no one else knew, "When you're
with
him, who are you thinking of?"
I knew what he was getting at, but I lied. "Mmm... I don't
understand..." He slammed into me as a rebuttal for lying.
"When you're fucking Lance, who do you think about? Do you think
about me, and lick your lips, asking yourself how it tastes? Wishing it
was my tongue inside of you, making you scream?" I threw my head back
against his chest and felt the air from his mouth on my neck. He palmed
my ass and squeezed it tightly, his fulfilling thrusts and finger
movements growing harder and stronger.
"How do you know these things, Justin? How much you turn me on?" I
asked in between moans. Our kinky conversation was growing louder, and
someone had to be listening. He didn't answer me. He pulled out of me
and grabbed my waist, moving both of us away from the wall. Taking his
hand, he gently bent me over and I assumed the position: both hands
pressed firmly against the wall, legs spread. His dick jolted into me
and I grunted in surprise and satisfaction. He didn't start off slow,
instead, he worked on me like we never stopped, never losing his speed
until he wanted to whisper to me. I jerked slightly whenever our bodies
touched, the friction between us started to grow.
I thought the feeling was too much for him to keep talking, but he
proceeded to tease me. "What about when you're alone, Lisa? Whenever
you
hear a certain song, you please yourself... letting your fingers do the
walking..."
"Oh God... Just-Just..."
"Who do you think about, baby? Tell me...." he demanded. I could
barely get out a breath, let alone his name. He started to grind slower
slower, but deeper, causing me to cry loudly. The hall echoed with
sounds of my lust, and Justin didn't give a fuck about who heard. His
length exited almost completely, and reentered, oscillating the walls
of
my pussy. He did it again, and I thought my knees were going to give
out. "Come on, Lisa, tell me," he said. "When you massage your own
body,
who do you think of?"
"Ya.. You.. Mmm..."
"When you caress your own thighs, the thought of who gets you wet?"
"Baby, you know it's you..."
I felt his body jerk and I knew this was it. If this didn't wake the
neighbors, then nothing would. My stomach tightened and my legs went
weak. He shouted loud enough for the whole world to hear, "Who do you
love, baby?"
"I love you, Justin," and he slammed into me one final time, sending
both our minds into another realm. "Ahh, shit!" we both exclaimed and I
dropped to my knees, exhausted and overwhelmed....
¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿? The Next Morning ¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?
I woke up in my own bed, alone. Lance was home, I could hear the
T.V.
in the other room. I hopped out of bed, and greeted him with a good
morning kiss. "Hey, beautiful, did you sleep good last night?" I asked,
sitting down and cuddling beside him.
"Not particularly." he answered, not taking his eyes off the
television screen.
"Oh, bad dream?" I joked. rested my head on his shoulder and rubbed
my
fingers through his thick, blonde hair.
Without moving his eyes, he replied, "Why don't you go back to sleep
and finish calling out Justin's name, and I'll tell you when you wake
up..."
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