It’s entertaining to watch Justin having fun with his friends. It’s easy to see that they haven’t hung out in a while. They’re smacking each other around, talking shit about who could kick whose ass and who’s the biggest pussy. Seriously it’s like total testosterone overload in here. At first, I felt a little awkward, not knowing what to say or what to do. Justin hasn’t let me lift a finger, so it’s not like I can keep myself busy by doing mindless stuff.  I’ve been sitting amongst all the Y chromosomes trying to interject whenever they shut up long enough for me to get a word in. It’s to the point that I’m about ready to start shit talking right along with them and smacking each one on the ass after they say something that totally burns one of the other guys. Like football players do to each other when something good happens. It’s been said that women don’t stop talking when they get together. Well, whoever said that obviously has never met this group of guys.

Good hell! Slowly, some of the guy’s girlfriends start to trickle in. All of them are so drop-dead gorgeous. It’s fucking intimidating as hell. My green monster doesn’t let me down. I start wondering if Justin has been in any relationship with any of them. I look down at my plain Jane appearance with disappointment. I try to appear to have more self-confidence than I have. I sit a little straighter, fluff my out of control red curls a bit, and mash my lips together, trying to give them some color.

Shit! The truth is though, they’ve gone out of their way to make me feel comfortable and included. My bruises have healed up a lot, so I don’t have that twisting feeling in my gut every time someone looks at me that I’m being judged or looked down upon. The longer the night goes on, the more at ease I become. It’s not quite the same as having people I know and that I'm used to being around here, but these people are pretty damn cool. 

I’ve been sitting in the living room talking to one of the guys named Jordan. Justin has told me a lot about him. They met while they were doing some sort of training in New York. He said that they became best of friends and eventually business partners.

I knew he was a good person, just like Justin within the first few minutes of talking to him. He just gives off this wholesome, genuine vibe. He wasn’t trying to impress anyone by telling outlandish stories. He talked to me like we’d known each other for years. He shows me pictures of his family. His wife, Jenika is beautiful and his baby girl. Oh my god! She is the most beautiful baby I’ve ever seen. I mean, seriously, this little one should be in TV commercials or some shit. She’s got these big brown eyes, round rosy little cheeks, and dark curly hair. It’s easy to tell that he is a very proud husband and dad. His eyes light up as he talks about them.

Jordan gets a guilty look on his face. “Shit, I’m sorry. Here I am just talking all about myself and family.”

He looks down at the picture that’s still lighting up the screen on his phone. “I just love them so much. These two are my entire world.”

I’m feeling a little melancholy. Seeing a dad love his family so much. “No, you’re fine. You have a beautiful family. It’s wonderful to see how proud you are of them.” 

He shoves his phone in the pocket of his jeans. “So, are you from here?”

“Yeah, born and raised.”

“Tell me about yourself.”

“Oh, ya know, nothing too exciting. Work, eat and sleep. That’s about it.”

“Ahh, you’re one of those who doesn't like to talk about themselves. That’s cool. So, tell me about you and Justin. How’d you guys meet?”

He was dead on with the not liking talking about myself issue. So, he went with a safe subject, something that I could talk about forever. I decided to go with the simple PG version.

The doorbell rings and Justin rushes out of the kitchen to answer it. Looking over at the couch with a smartass smirk on his face he points at Jordan. “You’d better not be making the moves on my girl.”

Jordan throws his hands up into the air. “Well shit! There go my plans! Fuck it, I’m going home.” He grins.

The smell of pizza fills the air, then I hear familiar voices coming from outside. No freaking way! It’s Leila, Amie, and Oscar. I jump up off the couch and run to the door. Oscar comes through the door first. He swoops me up like a groom would his bride and swings me around in circles. I hold tight around his neck as our laughter fills the air.

He puts me down on my feet, with a huge grin on his face. “You look good kid. You, look good.”

Leila shoves the pizzas toward Oscar. “Here, ya big lug, take these. I need a hug.”

Oscar looks at Amie. “You heard her, ya big lug, take the pizza’s she wants a hug.” He opens his arms up as to insinuate that Leila wanted to hug him.

Leila shoves the pizzas into his arms while Amie smacks him upside the back of the head. Then we simultaneously wrap our arms around each other and share the biggest hug. When we finally pull back from each other both Amie and Leila have tears in their eyes. Leila tries to hide it, but Aime starts crying like a baby. She’s always been the type to wear her emotions on her sleeve.

I’m confused as to what the water works are all about. Yeah, it’s been a while since I’ve seen them. “Why are you two crying?”

Leila’s immediate response as she wipes away a tear. “I’m not crying. I have allergies.”

Amie rolls her eyes. “Well, I sure the fuck am. It’s so great to see you, and it’s even better to see you looking so fucking awesome.”

They both wrap their arms around me again for what seems like a never-ending hug. I make eye contact with Justin, and he gives me the sweetest smile. He looks happy to see my friends so excited to see me.

Justin takes the pizza boxes from Oscar. “Come on, let’s give them a minute. Ya know, to not cry and stuff.”

Leila lets out a loud sob, and we all start laughing. Oscar follows Justin to the kitchen. I overhear Oscar say, ”Emotional coked out hens,” between his deep husky chuckles. I start to laugh and cry simultaneously. It feels good to have my favorite people in the same house. We finally break apart from our embrace and sit on the couch. Jordan must have gotten the hell out of dodge when we turned into ‘emotional coked out hens.’

Leila immediately starts in the with questions. I must admit that I’m not at all surprised that the first question out of her mouth is what Justin’s like in bed. I know my face is beet ass red.

“Oh, come on, Sarah! You’re not fooling anyone. Fuck, your face is as red as a damn fire truck. Don’t even try to play it off that you haven’t gotten that stud out of the stable. That you haven’t done any playing on that flute. That you haven’t…”

Holding up my hand, I cut her off before she can come up with another crude ass analogy for sex. Sitting up straight, I square my shoulders, cross my hands, laying them in my lap. “A lady doesn’t kiss and tell,” I mock.

Without hesitation, Amie chimes in, “Well, since there aren’t any of those in the room, spill the beans, bitch. Quit holding out on us!”

Just as if on cue, Justin comes out of the kitchen. “Hey! What are you ladies talking about.”

Amie and Leila both give me a sly glance. Leila lifts her eyebrow. “Oh, Sarah was just getting ready to tell us a story.”

Amie nods her head. “Yeah, a bedtime story.”

Justin vigorously rubs his hands together and has a little bounce in his step as he walks over and sits on the arm of the couch next to me. “Ooh, I love a good bedtime story.”

Laughing, I shake my head no. “Nope. This isn’t going to happen.”

Justin kisses the top of my head. “Well, fine. Probably better this way because we’re getting ready to get a poker game started. You ladies in?”

Without hesitation, Leila jumps to her feet. “Hell yeah! Pizza and Poker. Get ready to have your asses handed to you, chumps.”

We all follow Leila to the kitchen. Justin and I walk with our arms around each other.

I look up at him and smile.

He returns with the sweetest smile, squeezing my arm that’s around his waist. “What’s up, Kitten?”

“Nothing. Just happy.”

“Your happiness isn’t nothing. It’s everything to me.”

The room is filled with laughter when we walk in. Leila takes a seat next to Oscar and Justin holds his hand out offering me the last seat at the table.

“Oh, shit no! Believe it or not, I’ve never been very lucky at poker. I think I’ll sit this one out.”

Pointing at Aime, who’s sitting on the counter drinking a beer. “I’ll watch from over there.”

Justin leads me over, grabbing me around the waist, lifting me onto the counter. He steps in between my legs wrapping his hand around the back of my neck pulling me down to him. Pressing his lips against mine. His tongue begs entrance into my mouth. Making slow circles with mine until we are doing some kind of erotic dance. I’m totally enthralled in this moment, in him. I don’t even give a shit that there are others in the room.

He pulls away, giving me a wink. “Ya know, for good luck.”

Amie hands me a beer. A look of awe on her face. “Damn!”

For the rest of the night, the room is filled with the sound of laughter, cheers, whoops, and hollers. Justin shoots me sultry glances all night. I can’t help but blush every time he does it. Each time he gets up to do something, he always comes over to me, touching my face or gives me a kiss.

Leila is cleaning house at the poker table. Justin throws his hands up in the air. “That’s it I’m out!”

Everyone calls him a pussy or quitter and begs him to say. Shaking his head, no, he laughs as he makes his way over to where I’m standing. Wrapping his arm around my waist pulling me into him. That’s when I feel his rock hard cock pressing against my side.

He leans down and pulling my ear lobe into his mouth, sucking and biting. Then he takes my hand and whispers, “Come with me.”

He quietly leads me out of the kitchen, past the living room where a few people watching a fight on TV and down the hallway.

Justin’s strides are long, and I have to almost jog to keep up. “Where are we going?”

He stops, turning around, pinning me against the wall. Hovering over me, he bends down so that his mouth is right next to my ear. He slides one hand under my shirt, cupping my tit. Then begins to pinch and roll my swollen nipple between his fingers. “I’ve been watching you all night. Every time I looked at you, I couldn’t think of anything else but to be inside you again. To have you begging me, calling my name. I’ve waited so long for you. Now that I know you’re mine, you’re all I want. I can’t wait another minute.”

He pushes my shirt up then pulls the straps of my bra down my arms forcing my bra under my tits, so they are fully exposed to him. I reach down and unbutton his pants, unleashing his cock. I can feel it pulsating as I stroke it up and down.

“Justin, we can’t do this here. Someone will catch us.

He wears a cunning grin on his face. “Doesn’t that make it more fun?”

“Oh, it does! Just not in front of our friends. I don’t want to be known as that girl.”

He thrusts his hips forward, pushing his cock further into my hand. “No, you’re known as my girl.”

I rub my thumb over the tip of his cock. “I want you to fuck me seven ways to Sunday, just not right here.”

A low growl comes from his throat. He picks me up around my waist, so I wrap my legs around him, and he carries me into the closest room, which happens to be the bathroom. Sitting me on my feet, not breaking eye contact, as he slowly unbuttons my jeans. In one swift move, he pushes my pants and panties down to my ankles, then lifts me onto the counter. Pulling off my pants and throwing them to the floor. He then does the same thing with my shirt and bra. I lean forward to do the same to him but he stops me.

Taking me by the knees, he spreads my legs, then pushes me to the back of the counter, so that my back is against the cold mirror. Here I am, completely bared to him.

He steps back and looks me over, then runs his tongue slowly over his lips. He glides his hands slowly from my ankles up to my knees, then to my inner thigh. He pushes my legs further apart, then lowers his mouth down to my, oh so eager pussy. The moment that his tongue touches my flesh, my body starts to shake, and I can feel that I’m going to cum. I claw and pull at him. Whimpers are the only sound I can make as I feel the edge coming closer and closer.

Justin stands up and in one quick motion pulls me to the edge of the counter and dives deep inside me. I look down and watch as his cock glides in and out of me. That’s all it takes to send me soaring and then crashing to the ground, shattering like a crystal glass hitting the floor.

Justin wraps his arms tightly around me, burying his face into my neck. His body tenses beneath my touch, he thrusts one more time, and then I feel him pull out of me. Wrapping both my hands around his cock I stroke him until he cums.

His body is shaking as he leans against me. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. Watching you all night was driving me crazy, knowing that you love me... Fuck, it was just more than I could stand.”

“Justin, that was magnificent. I wouldn’t care if we were on a park bench. I love you. To be with you, anywhere, in any way, makes me feel alive.”

He pulls up his jeans and grabs my clothes from the floor. Before he helps me get dressed he takes a wash rag and cleans himself from my stomach and legs.

A knock on the door makes us both jump. “Hey, hurry up in there! I’ve got to pee.” I let out a deep breath. It’s Leila.

Before, he couldn’t keep his eyes off me. Now he isn’t looking up or saying a word. I take him by the chin. “Justin, what’s wrong?”

His face shows the frustration he’s feeling. “I’m sorry that I couldn’t hold back. You deserve more than a quick fuck in a bathroom.”

“Hmm, a park bench. There’s an idea!”

He takes my face into his hands and kisses me passionately.

The knocking continues. “Come on! For real, I have to pee! I’m about ready to piss my pants.”

Justin hands me my shirt. I pull it over my head right before he takes my hand and turns to the door. “What are you doing?” I ask with complete terror in my voice.

“We can’t stay in here all night, and you heard her. Just trust me.”

Trust him. Shit, if it’s only Leila out there, I can deal. But what if she’s not alone? I mean, fuck, her beating on the door and yelling that she has to pee surely drew some attention. Justin’s pants are gaping open. Mine are undone, I have no bra on, and when I look down at my shirt, I fucking have it on backward. There is no hiding what we were doing in here.

He cracks the door open and peeks his head outside. He chuckles as he drags me out of the bathroom and we quickly cross the hall towards the bedroom. Before we get too far, she calls out after us. “We’re putting a pin in this and will be coming back to it!”